RIVER REVERIE

“Eventually, all things merge into one, and a river runs through it.” Norman Maclean

 

Hmmm, is it just me? I am the only one who has these little post-it notes of memory stuck in my mind from years or even decades ago? Small, gift-wrapped minutia of life that I periodically take out and examine like an old photograph.

 

Here’s one. A hazy, blurred-at-the-edges childhood memory of going fishing one night on the Grand River. There were five of us – my father and grandfather, my uncle and his son,