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Worms get no respect

I’ve grown soft in my later years. Not soft in the head, although some people might disagree. No, I’m talking about turning soft over something as simple as a worm.I’ve turned into a nature wuss. If I weren’t me, I’d make fun of myself.When I was a kid, say, about five years ago, 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 I’d fish just for the pure joy of it.Fishing lures “are for girls” is what ...

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