Quite an interesting day downtown. No sign of the freak show around here though, a scant 50 miles from the heart of St. Paul. No one threw cement bombs at our car as we passed through town. No one terrorized our children when they were hanging out, the intersection on the way to the secret fishing spot was, mercifully, unblocked, and there were no PETA representatives to call us murderers as we worked crank baits up and down the shore.
No, the only sign of discontent around here was from Boz yesterday. He left the fishing spot early, and missed out on a slew of after-sunset largemouth.