The kidz today are a lot nicer to us old folks than we were back in the day. We were all "don't trust anyone over 30", and also behaved in that way. Occasionally we were nice to some old hippie or a veteran for peace. Nowadays I dropped in on a public art project class where I was supposed to list "8 albums that changed my life" and for one album cover I printed out a picture of Ozzie Osborne who looks nothing like he does now, and asked if anyone knew who he was, Half of these young kidz knew the answer. Occasionally when I go to some geezer rock show, there are a lot of young people in attendance; we didn't care to go see Perry Como or any other bands my parents liked back in the 60s.
The Requisite Fish Story When my friend Tom and I went backpacking on Isle Royale we didn't bring a lot of food and even planned to catch fish for a few meals. We brought a lot of lures but didn't have leaders and we hooked a lot of northern pike but they broke free because of their sharp teeth. So we were fishing one of the inland lakes on the island, and I cast my lure and it wasn't a very good cast, it went more up in the air than out on the lake, and it made a really big splash, and I already had hooked a pike but when I got it near shore it broke free. My friend Tom had come over to help me land the fish since he had already lost a couple near shore. So I said "Wow, that was a big one, like 3 feet long". Tom said, "No, more like 26 inches, maybe, at most." So we argued about that briefly, and I was muttering "at least 3 feet", after I had tied on a new lure and made another cast, which was also a poor cast that went more up that out, an...
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