The river is going down fast. It's now down below knee deep at my place, but still high enough to get my shorts wet when I walk out into the water. Of course, if it were 1978 and if I still had my 'Magnum PI' style cut-offs, that would be another story, one that horrifies my teenage daughters...

This time of year, the River plays a central role in the life of my wife Carol and I. We spend many an afternoon on our bluff overlooking the river letting the river float our cares into the downstream sunset. We had a kayaking date this past Saturday morning. As a date, I highly recommend it. Our trip began