Bass, Hornets & Good Endings

Stinging memories trigger deeper remembrances.

Standing there in the river, two hornet nests in front of me, wanting to fish that hole but not wanting to get stung, I thought about the neighbor's aggressive son-of-a-bitch Labrador with its tail curling over its back like a spitz. He'd come after me any number of times, and regularly went after local joggers and walkers. His owner thought that behavior funny at first, but, with liability in view, at last built a fence. I'd go over to the edge of the yard with some doggy bones. The dog would charge Read More »