I wasn't wrong.
Frank Mason, a retiree now in Round Lake Beach and one of my favorite e-mailers, sent this under the heading ``Nunchuk? Fishing rod controller? Social arcade games?":
You lost me at the first Wii.
Our nighthawks are flying now. They come from the southeast to the
northwest. Somebody, maybe you, told me where they come from & go, but
I don't remember.Must have been over 100 came over yesterday evening.
He makes his point well.
Another regular e-mailer said he much prefered the actual outdoors and that Wii stuff isn't related to outdoors.
My short response to him is where I am at on this:
I am torn. My heart is with you, but head sees four kids and how they respond. Thanks for the note.
As a dad and an outdoors guy, that's the bottom line I can't escape or evade.
That's my daughter Sara, who caught that fish in The Strike, from her ``hot spot'' while jigging with a realistic style she somehow figured out worked. All on her own.
That works for me.