The talk at the prison went well.
I volunteered to go down to speak at a church meeting for someone who wasn't going to be able to make it. We left this morning at six forty-five to be in the meeting at eight. I rambled on about Job Matusow, prison service, Jesus and fishing, and not necessarily in that order. The gentlemen seemed to like it, especially coming from a stubble-faced longhair in hiking boots and a tie. I even got some great fishing advice from an inmate who obviously has serious experience on the Provo river. I look forward to using it soon.
I hope he's able to sometime soon, as well.
Been mucking around with the kids, reading and looking into the fly-tying books Ryan lent me. An aces Sunday winter afternoon, for sure.