I would tell you about fishing with the kids last night at our favorite lagocito (Spanish for really small lake).
We landed two whoppers and one whopper junior (all large mouth bass).
The weather needs to heat up a bit (and the lake water needs to rise a bit) before the bluegill feel comfortable to make an appearance.
It’s the dream I had last night that captures today’s headlines.
Mind you, it was just a dream but perhaps there is a message in the dream?
I don’t know the location or setting but there were neighbors and it had an Oregon feel to it.
There was a unfinished house (almost like an addition), several wood piles outside stacked carefully and arranged in careful rows.
The neighbor with the large porch had a fire going in a wood-burning stove.
Embers from this fire must have spread because a fire had begun in the unfinished house located specifically in some bookshelves.
Several of the wood piles had also caught fire and were burning bright and hot.
I ran into a house (that I assume was familiar to me) and asked what looked like my grandfather for a fire-extinguisher.
He said he kept one by the door for just such occassions.
It was the strangest fire-extinguisher I had ever seen.
The equivalent of taking a wood tennis racket to a modern day Wimbledon tournament.
I ran out with this tribute to antique fire-fighting equipment and began to work meticulously on the fire in the wood piles.
My dad came out of the house looked at my valiant efforts and said: "Forget about the wood piles focus on the fire in the house."
And now you may begin with interpretations and moral lessons (including always go to Sunday School).
