Fish Stories

Aren't they great? We have all heard them in the past from friends, family or that weird old guy that sits by the water all day long. They are part of our lives and heritage. Lately I have been thinking about them and how much I love stories. I suppose for me the best job would be an old time storyteller, the guy who sits in the centre of town spinning tales for children and adults alike.

Stories are a beautiful thing; I wonder who will tell my story when I am gone and how will it sound? Will I be a good man? A fair man? Perhaps a father or champion among those around me. There is always one story I never forget and it goes like this:

 At the bait shop...
 
 Clerk: Yep, `General Sherman'.  They say he's five hundred
 pounds of bottom-dwelling fury, don't you know.  No one knows
 how old he is, but if you ask me (and most people do), he's
 hundred years if he's a day.

 Customer: And uh no one's ever caught him?

 Clerk: Well, one fella came close.  Went by the name of Homer.
 Seven feet tall he was, with arms like tree trunks.  His eyes
 were like steel,  cold, hard. Had a shock of hair, red like the
 fires of Hell.

Enjoy the story folks.
White Knight,

Youth vs. Cold -- Round I

So I was on my way home from work today and the weather was cold and squall warnings were in effect for the entire area; I see this kid walking with a coat wide open and just a t-shirt underneath. I am sure I did the same stupid stuff when I was young but not anymore. Is this because we were dumb or are we actually more resistant to the effects of cold weather when we are teenagers?

Being in my mid 20's I still go out without a jacket and such when I am at work but I would not be walking down the street with my coat open exposed to the world. Sounds like I am turning into one of those crotchety old men that yells at kids... "Get off my lawn you little bastards..."

Anyway enough ranting... Bundle up and stay warm everyone.
White Knight,

Thank you Sensei

I have lived 25years and learned many lessons from many teachers. I do not mean educators but actual teachers. I have studied long and hard from in the Dojo of life.

When I was in high school I skipped class with a friend and met a gentleman at a chip wagon. He asked if we were skipping and we said yes. He told us he learned more outside of school then he ever did in, and then told us a story from his youth. I have never forgotten that man because he taught an important lesson that day... The world is your class room.

As the years passed I learned more and more from those around me. I learned from my parents that you should never give up and never surrender; and that blood is thicker then water.

Giggles has taught me lessons on health and nutrition as well as how to be a good friend from a far. Our short time together was an enlightening experience to say the least.

My Pink Monkey taught me many lessons about the world, life and love. She trained me to be a better man then I was before. Our time together taught her many lessons as well and for that I am very happy.
Every great relationship or friendship should leave both parties satisfied and better educated in some way. Explore the world and spend time with many different people. We all have a story and some should be listened to with great interest.

White Knight,

Jury of my Peers

As I entered the Peer Review panel I could see that my fate was already decided. There was nothing I could do or say.

As it stands I was found guilty of the charges at the Gulag. Will not be returning.

White Knight,