While going through a box in the attic, I ran across some of my old columns I had written dating back to 1972 when I took my first halting steps as an outdoor writer with the Homer Guardian Journal. One in particular was written on January 4, the day I’m sitting at my computer for this week’s column. The difference is the column is dated January 4, 1973. If my ciphering is correct, that’s 43 years ago today.
This column brought back some special memories accented by a chuckle or two as I recalled the event that triggered that column back