When we were children, my...
When we were children, my neighbor and I went hunting with our fathers. We camped in the foothills of Mount St. Helens. It was fall and salmon swam up stream to spawn in a creek beside our camp. My neighbor and I in our tall boots waded into the stream and stood in the middle of salmon rushing upstream to end their life and to start another generation. In the last forty years my neighbor and I have met twice. Each time we remind one another of that awesome experience in the middle of life ending in order for it to begin again. Each time as we repeat it we experience it all over again.
