tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5934220227144884820.post3958000365740415220..comments2023-09-11T03:17:00.846-05:00Comments on No Clear Line: Quitting TimeMarkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08579009730116577345noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5934220227144884820.post-62669943995625440092009-04-27T21:39:00.000-05:002009-04-27T21:39:00.000-05:00Thanks Momma P...your comments always encourage me...Thanks Momma P...your comments always encourage me.Markhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08579009730116577345noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5934220227144884820.post-71420861126887794632009-04-27T19:48:00.000-05:002009-04-27T19:48:00.000-05:00As a child, I would go fishing with a neighbor man...As a child, I would go fishing with a neighbor man. I was about 5and he was in his fiftys. He and his wife had no children. While my older brothers and sisters were in school, we would walk the creeks between our farm and his. We sometimes caught enough for supper, sometimes not. Your story reminded me of those times. Even though I have developed other interests since then, and left fishing behind, it's still a great memory. Thanks for sharing. You stories always make me smile.momma pnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5934220227144884820.post-83750632353682379982009-04-25T12:21:00.000-05:002009-04-25T12:21:00.000-05:00You still wow me my dear. And yes, you are now th...You still wow me my dear. And yes, you are now the one to call that it's quitting time and now I'm the one to quickly try and throw a few more lines out before days end.<br /><br />Love ya ;)tdillowhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18261384528415534187noreply@blogger.com