Gone Fishing...

Writing became impersonal the day use and throw pens were devised. Who maintains logs in paper nowadays. I still like the dusty feel of my "GONE FISHING" note book with good ol' Garfield as smiley as ever, all tangled up in the fishing line and that green fish looking rather philoso"fish"ical.

Having it digitized makes it easier to edit some embarassing mistakes that I have made, and then there is Photoshop and Spell-czech. Maybe its time to move on. But ink is like an old memory the words they fade away but the feeling lasts forever in your heart. Here I am, gone fishing forever...