It snowed about a foot where I live the other day. So naturally, I thought that was the signal for me to start packing for a bonefishing trip I'll be taking to Long Island in the Bahamas (in three weeks). Thing is, my wife and son will be staying home, as they both have to be in school then. I'll be writing a story. You know, working. So I went and dug out the cardboard box that said "Kirk Summer Clothes" from the storage room. That's almost as fun as opening birthday presents. Ah, to reunite with the long-lost flip-flops at last. And the shorts still fit!