The Small Things
Laying on Susan’s lap, I didn’t know what was more beautiful, her big brown eyes or the clear blue sky. One thing I knew for sure, I’d found the girl of my dreams—I was in love. I took a long piece of grass and wove a ring out of it and put it on her finger. You know, the little things are the important things.
Susan made me a fishing pouch out of an old nail apron. She attached it to a belt on the back and applied velcro strips on front to keep its contents from spilling out. I keep a telescopic spinning rod and reel in the pouch.
I like to have the spinning rod with me when I am fly fishing the streams for when I come upon a pond. The other day, I put an 1/8 oz. jig on it and was going deep for big trout. When I cast it, something felt strange—I looked down at the rig, and sure enough it was broken. I lost a small screw that attached the bail to the reel. It was now worthless. You know, the little things are the important things.
It was a small stone that D…