On 12/19/03 2:24 PM, in article , "Roger Ohlund"
wrote:

(Rephrased question: How are things where you live?)

As in Chambana, the students have fled this particular quadrant of Cleveland
for the balance of the calendar year and a peculiar silence has fallen over
the bustling paths of academe.

We're a tad further north than central Illinois, lying at 41 degrees, 30
minutes, 9 seconds north. So not a whole lot of "sunshine" just now, but a
good sight more than in Sverige. Our ground has been covered with snow for
the past several days. For those that live to the east of the city, the
covering has become a nice thick blanket of more than 12". Time to swap
casting for kick and glide. Or, for those of us with young ones, a swift
sled ride down the neighborhood hill.

I haven't cast a fly in over a month, and it's likely I won't until March or
April. Time has come to do other things. Though for me, I'm not far from
fishing during these cold months, as a pile of books and a tying vise is
never far from hand. Certainly memories of trips of the past year are quite
fresh. Armchair travel dreams of Montana, Pennsylvania, Michigan and Sweden
will doubtless occupy a fair amount of time.

The other day I found myself thinking about the past year on ROFF, about its
peculiar denizens, those I've met in person, those I haven't. How I'd hoped
to fish with the Westerners in the west but didn't. How Wolfgang and I have
yet to share the Ontonagan, something we've talked about nigh on two or
three seasons now. About Penns, both '03 and '04. As bad habits go, I
think I'll keep this one.

Happy Solstice to all-

Bill