Blues

I went to a free concert last night. It was "Blues on the Mall", a free concert put on by the West Michigan Blues Society. Every Wed. evening thousands of people get together to listen to groups play their hearts out. There were all sorts of people there: goths, skaters, punks, hippies, emos, bikers...and ME! I think that a lot of people were trying to figure me out...my hair sort of represented me as a hippie and yet I had a biker beard. :P Even though the music wasn't that good I'm glad my dad and uncle could see different types of people. Who knows? Maybe they will appreciate my "look" a bit more?

Yep...been fishin'

Growing up I never had the chances to fish much. We have some great fishing lakes up by Yala, but my father never took me there to fish (we did go often for picnicks though). I think it's great to be able to sit peacefully in the sun, watching nature, and having great conversations while you try to trick the fish into getting sweet piercings in their lips and cheeks. You reel them in, rip of the hooks, and toss them back. I wonder what the average is for catching the same fish before they die (of old age?). Disappointingly, the fish were not biting much. I think it had something to do with the river being mucky. Also, the ones that we did catch were WAY too small (smaller than 16 inches) and had to be thrown back. I got invited to go fishing again and might have to take advantage while I am on vacation.