Why You Won’t Hear From The Underground Over the Weekend

September 5th, 2008 · No Comments

The sun is out, the Wonderdog’s sprawled at my feet, the pool is waiting, and I’m writing this from a shaded back porch in Healdsburg (California’s wine country). There aren’t many trout here (the Russian River is nearby, but I didn’t bring a rod), but that matters little; I’m here celebrating my third wedding anniversary. Fortunately, one of us is good looking. I know. It amazes me too. Not the lack of a fly rod. More the fact the L&T has put up with me (and the Trout Underground) f

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