Monday morning, I was up early, then the weather looked mean, so I went back to sleep. Tried to work, fingers wouldn’t comply, so I grabbed some worms and fished. Good day for bait. Catching bait.
Cherchez les poissons?
I was reminded of the expression, “cherchez la femme,” a few weeks back from an entry in a detective novel I was reading. Suitably modified for my lifestyle, it worked.
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Born and raised in a small town in East Texas, Kramer Wetzel spent years honing his craft in a trailer park in South Austin. He hates writing about himself in third person. More at KramerWetzel.com.
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