Normally, I wouldn't post this sort of thing on a message board, but something make me feel it's especially appropriate on The Drake. My father passed away last Wednesday after a very brief battle with cancer. The Saturday before his death, a nurse was about to begin a procedure and was asking him questions. The third question was, "what do you do?" Dad responded, "I'm a fly fisherman." Pretty well summed it up.
“Which way General?” the aide asked. “Either,” Forrest growled. “If one road led to Hell and the other to Mexico, I would be indifferent which to take.”