~TheGentlemanOfYore

is to short to rush the river. I unders tand that life goes by and I think this is why I love the river I paddle on. The water is constanly moving on, and with each drop that passes the banks and bed of the river change, if only a little. Life is a river.

I love to find myself on my beloved Cahaba, and if given a touch of time next week I'll be there with a quickness. I was asked this weekend to narate a documentary for the public school system in the area back home. It will be on the Cahaba River and I am looking forward to working on it. I would rather do it in the spring but it may have to be done in the summer. I'm going to shoot for spring.

I finally had cards and such made for my reel mechanic business, I will have to post it soon to let ya'll look at it and tell me what you think.

I am writing now a paper on human nature, specifically why we enter, maintain, end relationships. It will be a long dull read so I will chop it up and post tid bits twice a week so that it can be digested and hopefully enjoyed. I am looking forward to the fall, I am even more looking forward to paddleing the Escatava, or Styx soon. But I would trade both to paddle the Cahaba.

I think that I feel a home sickness that is caused by a lack of enviroment more than a lack of people. People will come and go in life but the place where a man lays down his roots will be a part of his very soul for so long as he lives. Give me a cabin on my river, my dog, a boat, and occasional good company, and you may call me a very happy man.

So all of you stop in to ol' Oliver's river cabin from time to time and say hello.

Much Love,
Oliver