by Joseph Meyer | Jan 21, 2010 | Creative Nonfiction
“It’s veal. It probably came from a very depressed calf, can we just eat in peace? And get LOIB out from under the table!” I get glares from TOO and BOB but TSWITMLM just smirks. Oh, you have not met my family; introductions are in order: As always, there’s the Big,...
by Joseph Meyer | Jun 10, 2009 | Casting, Creative Nonfiction
After teaching fly casting for several years now, I have found that my line of demarcation is about twenty years old. Younger than that and the metaphors that I use to teach fly casting are worthless. It must be a sign of my aging process but I am mystified that those...
