The roads are clearing and the fishermen are back out; I'm actually amazed at the number of fishermen.

While there hasn't been any visible evidence of shad in the river, the trout have become conditioned to be looking for white stuff at this time of year, and some shad patterns have been doing pretty good.

Love is when you shed a tear and still want him, it's when he ignores you and you still love him, it's when he loves another girl but you still smile and say I'm happy for you, when all you really do is cry.

Love is what we were born with. Fear is what we learned here.

Nothing will unfold for us unless we move toward what
looks to us like nothing: faith is a cascade.

I remember him playing Andy Caddick at Bath, when there was a bit of a ridge,