Night Fishing

Folks, last night I did something for the first time, that I never envisioned doing.
I went Night Fishing (for salmon). I actually have enjoyed fishing with the boys but I have never associated it with being a nocturnal sport.

My new neighbour who is a fervent angler invited me. When he told me, we would be leaving at 8pm returning at 2am I was a bit troubled. I went along for two reasons; first, it would allow me to get to know him a little better, and secondly, it was something different to do.

When we got the docks at Port Hope, I was flabbergasted to see 50 to 60 people (men and women) fishing at that time of night. I became aware of a subculture that I previously did not know existed.


The evening was quite enjoyable, even though we did not snag any fish. The conversation and the atmosphere made it a worthwhile experience. I learned something new about fishing and I got to know a lot more about my new neighbour. We have a lot more in common than I previously thought. It’s going to be fun having him next door.

A True Friend

We have been very tight for over twenty years; we partied together, laughed together and shared a few secrets. He even knows where the bodies are buried. As we got older, our priorities changed; life got busier. We saw each other less (about once every two months) but still spoke quite often on the phone and we always attended each other’s special family functions. For some explicable reason I stopped communicating with my friend. Perhaps it was I was depressed over my relationship with my younger son (later with that issue), I don’t know. We did not speak over Christmas or the New Years Holidays, he called a few times and spoke to my wife but I did not return his calls. Now you must be thinking “what an idiot”. Well, believe me the longer this went on, the worse I felt. I was ashamed and embarrassed over my actions. Eventually he stopped calling. I had lost my very best friend because of my self-absorption. Last May, I realized how much I missed my friend. I missed his voice of reason, his objectivity and most of all his presence. I decided to call. It took me days to gather the courage. I made the call. After making the call, I finally got the message of what True Friendship is. When he got on the phone, I was stuttering, babbling, apologizing and justifying. He only asked on question; “WHY”? I said I could not explain. He said he understood (he lied). We kept on talking and were able to be caught up with each other’s lives in about an hour. You could not imagine my relief. Things between us are as if nothing had happened. We do not go back to that dark time. I continue to reflect from time to time, as to why my behavior towards my bro was so bizarre.

Driving While Black

Recently in our fair city, a black man had a case against him dropped. He was charged with cocaine possession with intent to traffic (over $1million worth of cocaine was seized from his car).

His lawyer argued that his client was stopped only because he was a black man driving a fancy car (this fact was proven in court)
Another factor in him being acquited was the fact that the police lied in their statements concerning the case.

I have several concerns about this case.
Firstly, I am very concerned about the police stopping anyone just because of the their skin colour, choice of car or just looking guilty.
I personally never felt that way, every time I have been stopped by the police it was for a valid traffic violation.

However, I have a friend who was.
Secondly, as a law abiding citizen I am also concerned about the increase of drugs and gun related crime in the city.
I firmly believe that the police must to do everything they can (within the law) to fix this problem.
I do believe 99% of the police force is honest, hard working, and want to do the best job possible.

But it is the 1% that makes it hard for us to trust.

Imagine

Imagine you have over 25 yrs experience and you are driving with "someone" in the passenger seat.
Imagine you are very alert and attentive to traffic around you and you make a maneuver that is necessary.
(speed limit 40--60 km)
Imagine you look to your passenger and "she" is pushing an imaginary brake pedal ( Just like the one in the cars used to train new drivers)
Imagine this happens "every time" you are in the car with "her".
I am not sure if I am the only one who has experienced these Imaginations.
Help me please!!

Inspiration

This is my first attempt at public writing, I was INSPIRED.
We all have someone in our lives that INSPIRE us to move mountains, to do the impossible and to even to change ourselves in some major way.
My INSPIRATION just happens to be my wife, The Mrs.
She succeeds at everything she does.
She is an accomplished artist ( I wish she would spend more time at it).
She is a tremendous writer ( she proof reads all of my important communications).
She is stupid funny ( her humor never fails to brighten my mood).
She can sew any outfit from scratch ( for obvious reasons, I demand that she does A LOT MORE of that).
She started a job without any practical experience and is succeeding beyond her her wildest dreams ( she may not agree with me on that one).
What a wonderful cook; my friends call her "Suzy Homemaker" ( when we first met - that's another post - her cooking was.........,
The Mrs is better read than any other person I know ( It has made her open to other cultures and experiences).
I could go on and on. What makes her so amazing is that she views her accomplishments and abilites without much of a fuss.
She is so hard on her self, it pains me.
So you see, it was only fitting that my first post in this new venture be about my wife whom I LOVE VERY MUCH.

Who Inspires you? Please share.