"Mr. Opus McDopus" wrote in message
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...Wolfgang and I headed over to Cherry Run--I believe--where it began to
thunder and lightning. My memory is not so good, but it was either Stan
or Handyman that rescued Wolfgang and myself from the sever lightning and
offered us a beer each....

I'd forgotten about that. I'm pretty sure it was Mike.....and that wasn't
thunder......it was the voice of God......and hoo boy was SHE ****ed off!


Anyway, I love that little stream. Never did understand why so many of the
folks there overlooked it for that bloated sow of a river it runs into.
Such a pretty thing, chock full of eager brookies. I mean, yeah,
two-three-four pound browns are o.k., if that's all ya got.....but
brookies.....BROOKIES! And it sings. Penns sorta belches and farts....like
any "river".....Cherry Run warbles and trills. Gonna have to go back there.

Wolfgang