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 ...