WEDNESDAY

. . . . . ChiChi and I were at the fishing hole for three hours. We didn't catch a fish but the sunshine was nice. The temperature was 46 when we arrived around noon and was 66 by 3PM when we drove home. I'm still using a bobber with eggs; I don't believe there are any Stealhead available these days and am convinced that when they arrive I will hook a few. [Have to be positive, you know]. . . . .  The World Series is on, 40 degrees in Boston. That is like playing baseball in the wintertime.