An image from the Fairest of Banks

This seemingly innocuous scene will soon be the site where a slew of salmon lay slain.

I told you so.

Kindred Spirits

My experiences have shown me that moments of instantaneous understanding between humans are often few and far between. Getting to know, understand, appreciate, and enjoy another is usually the product of shared experiences and sustained effort. Yet, there are times when one finds recognition of oneself in another and the understanding is both instant and complete.

With each setting sun I have desired that the morrow would bring me closer to my dream of possessing a beard. My hope has always been that the patches of hair on my neck would someday inspire my cheeks to action. Yet, everyday I rise to disappointment.

However, my pain was lessoned some the instant I set eyes on Kathleen, for she bears the same burden as I. No words were spoken concerning our inability to grow full beards, yet we both walked away from our encounter in much higher spirits knowing that neither of us were alone in the struggle.

Ethical Salmo-cide

Here Mike McDougal and I act out the ethical approach to sacrificing salmon. Though it had not been explained, it is quite obvious that scientitsts had at one point employed unethical, torturous means in their route to knowledge. One can only imagine the conduct which took place before regulation. Alas, these issues have been resolved. Groups such as PETA (people for the ethical treatment of animals) have stepped in to ensure that the scientists abide by the approved "blunt object to the back of the head" method.

I leave you with this: if and when you catch a salmon, make it well known to passers-by that you are not a scientist and therefore you're actions are not limited by legislation representing the current height of ethical salmo-cide knowledge.