Word: fish
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Dates: during 1990-1999
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...alone in this admittedly odd--but fun--game. A friend who I had not seen for a while just shared with me that she too had been playing this game with some of her friends. Her favorite Alternative band name creation, she said, was Sinister Fish. What...
...sounds like a plot from the Simpsons: The conservative town council of Republic near Springfield, Mo., and a local witch are in court over a Christian fish symbol adorning the town seal. Jean Webb, a local practitioner of the pagan Wicca faith wants it removed. Wicca, a faith based in pre-Christian European beliefs, upholds the sacredness of nature and includes the practice of witchcraft. The town is fighting the lawsuit; Webb alleges local citizens have had her fired from her job at the local newspaper and are subjecting her family to harassment. Removing the fish would leave the Republic...
...been patrolling the no-fly zone, and it will probably happen again. Waller points out that aside from some low-wattage grumbling this week, Iraq's recent behavior suggests a desire to cooperate with the U.N. With no casualties in the exchange but a few freshwater fish, it seems that both sides of this uneasy cease-fire would prefer to forget this exchange of jabs ever happened...
...father, Greg Hemingway, a short, oily, muscular man by her resentful description, was a brooding depressive, mostly absent, who tried desperately to be an outdoor guy like Ernest. Tried to be a father, at their first meeting in 10 years, when he took the 16-year-old Lorian marlin fishing off Bimini, lost his nerve and lost a great fish. She didn't know him, she writes, and wasn't able to comfort him, or help him laugh it off, or pretend that the failure was O.K. She certainly did not understand what became apparent later, that Greg's real...
...blamed "family history," her father, her grandfather. An old aunt, dying, said, forget that, you're a drunk. The author went through detox, then months in which her shaking hands shook less. And finally--family history, of course--learned to fly-fish properly. Taught, she insists, by a vision, possibly supernatural, of a naked man, fly rod in hand, drifting down a river on a raft. Sure. Anyhow, she is now able to cast a Royal Coachman so that the fly walks on water, "and the circle of fish shatters like beads in a kaleidoscope, bathing me in light...