When I was a little girl, my dad taught me to fish. We lived in Michigan on the Great Lakes… I remember catching big mouth bass, pike and rainbow trout. We used to go out a little John boat at dawn and be home to gut fish to cook for lunch. The first fish I caught by myself was off of a dock in Kalamazoo. It was a catfish and I caught it with a cube of bread that I formed myself.

I remember being so excited….

As I lay here after two back-to-back hearings (after working 10 days straight) trying to calm my mind to sleep, I feel like one of those big mouth bass from the fresh waters.

Boy did they thrash. I mean, they’re not like tuna or snapper that you catch in the Gulf but I was a little girl and those fish were very big.

I walked thru two fires today… and I feel like a big mouth bass.