Super Bowl Sunday
Sunday morning. A quiet morning with the air

not too cold, not too hot, no wind (or not much, anyway). I can think of a lot of things to do that would not be nearly as pleasurable as time spent on the water with my wife. There was a time, before the boy arrived, when we seemed to have more opportunities to get out there together, when time was a bit more elastic. The passing years have

a way of bringing with them more complications, obligations, aggravations, regulations…
When you have the chance to steal a minute, an hour, or an entire morning, to take that time and spend it with that one person that you signed up to spend it with in the first place, you take it.