I’ve grown soft in my later years. No doubt about it. I can tell it by the fact that I now feel sorry for the lowly worm. I’ve turned into a nature wuss. If I weren’t me, I’d make fun of me. When I was a kid, I’d dig through the dirt looking for worms. There they are. Dig them up, one at a time. Put them in an empty coffee can and go down by the river and fish. In such diverse places that included Illinois, Wisconsin, Virginia, South Carolina and my native Louisiana. Fishing lures are for sissies. That was ...