Life…Does it touch the ‘bum’? If we are to believe the visuals and words, the ‘bum’ travels from one Fly Fishing Valhlalla to another. Life’s demands don’t seem to grab them by their Gore Tex’s ass. Well, of course, it does…eventually.

This weekend in no particular order, I have my GDaughter’s First Communion..Selling my Dad’s 1965 Chevy S/W..Acknowledging the death of my mom from cancer..going to my GDaughter’s soccer game..stopping by my Aunt’s hoarding home..writing a few blog posts.. And, with my poor memory, I have surely missed something in the stack…oh yes! Crunching some final numbers for my business unit’s budget…due Monday. And no where is there going to be a rod in my hand. Soon, ‘bum’ism’ may even touch me…for awhile at least.