Sunday Fishing
A teaser which will keep you following Maggie's Farm: Last Sunday morning, 6:30 AM. I am out in the garden in the semi-dark, working, digging, weeding, transplanting, drinking Dunkin Donuts coffee and content to be alive. Along comes John and a bunch of my best buddies in his politically incorrect Suburban. "Hurry up. Get in the car, as you are." I guess I missed his call - I do miss some calls. So I grab my camera (without battery), and do so, of course, guiltily aware of missing church and church picnic, etc. Photos, and mysterious story of a death at sea, to follow...