Are you kidding? Give up this for that? Yeah, right. We sometimes marveled over the fact that we could get on this river in front of us and float downstream to a spot within walking distance of her home in Clarksville. Two completely different realities.
I knew I had totally gone native when I went out fishing one morning while Julie Patchouli was up at the house. I pulled a couple catfish out of the water and took them home. Within a few minutes, I had them gutted and filleted, and sizzling in a cast iron frying pan over an open fire. That kind of thing had become routine and I thought nothing of it. Julie Patchouli showed up right on cue with some scrambled eggs and fresh goat milk. You can’t buy a breakfast like that anywhere in America, Dude. I remember thinking, how does life get bet
