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o while the world is busy taking on problems
fast as boats attract barnacles, I'm off to
emulate my granddad's crew. I might catch a
few trout in some forgotten hole upriver or throw mullet
chunks in the surf curl, hoping for a big bite.
I might spin the cast net over some shrimp or scratch up
a bucket of clams near Lockwood's Folly.
Then again, I might just watch the tide and the
fiddler crabs and the ibis going home to roost as the
water creeps out. I'll rock a little in the wicker chair and
maybe for good measure grumble at the dry creek like
Herman would. Mostly, I'll try to appreciate another
fine Carolina day on the cusp of summer, thankful that
some things haven't changed.
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