Packing for a trip to Lewiston, N. Y., and three days of fishing on the Niagara River and Lake Erie in the company of Capt. Frank Campbell at Niagara Charter Guide Service www.niagaracharter.com. A superb fishery; wonderful people and great food.
From Lewiston a jaunt across southern Ontario will take me to Grayling, Mich., for a couple of days on the fabled Au Sable River.
Reports from both locales to come in USA Today.com/Travel. But for now, I must finish packing.
We recently had a blow of edgy, dangerous thunderstorms. The sporting event on TV had been interrupted by a weather bulletin.
The weatherman appeared to be operating in an overly excited state; darting around the Doppler radar map, pointing out a line of dangerous storms here; possible rotation there, occasionally warning viewers in specific locales that they should be in their safe places. It was valuable, important, potentially life-saving work. Technology put to good use. But the broadcaster seemed to be enjoying himself a bit too much.
I grew up on Herring Street in a small house that faced southwest; the approach route of most mean-edged summer storms. My idea of checking the weather was to look out the window; a practical approach I adapted to my general outlook on life. That explains many things.
My latest story from USA TODAY/Travel:
America’s best bass fishing lakes and ponds
Wild turkeys: A conservation (and hunting) success story
Winter fishing: Trout run year-round at this Mo. park
A reminder, from Luke
“And so it was, that while they were there, the days were accomplished that she should be delivered. And she brought forth her firstborn son, and wrapped him in swaddling clothes, and laid him in a manager; because there was no room for them in the inn. And there were in the same country shepherds abiding in the field, keeping watch over their flock by night. And lo, the angel of the Lord came upon them, and the glory of the Lord shone round about them: and they were sore afraid. And the angel said unto them, Fear not: for behold, I bring you good tidings of great joy, which shall be to all people. For unto you is born this day in the city of David a Savior, which is Christ the Lord. And this shall be a sign unto you; Ye shall find th babe wrapped in swaddling clothes, lying in a manger.”
I like presents and candy and eggnog as much as the next guy. But it’s important to remember: No Christ child; no Christmas.
My earliest memories include a man I never met: John Glenn.
He was a person I grew to greatly admire; not so much for his accomplishments, which were tremendous. But for what he came to represent. An American hero. A hero from my youth who stretched into my adulthood.
I’ve no doubt Col. Glenn had his faults and frailties, like any man. But I can ignore that. Friendship 7. A grainy B&W TV image. Nothing fires a kid’s imitation like a flaming rocket. Three times around the earth. A loosened heat shield the engineers feared would not hold. A lifetime in the limelight. A ride on the Space Shuttle. Hero.
God speed, indeed, John Glenn.