I woke up this morning to the sound of a Bronze frog singing it's heart out, and the beat of rain on my tin roof. I just rolled over and pulled up the old quilt. That Bronze frog didn't see the same weather report I did, mid to low 30s tomorrow, and more rain to boot. My new bird blind was shedding water like a duck out there, 60 years ago I could have run out to it with a mess of comic books, and just sat in it, listening to the rain on that taut canvas, things were more fun, 60 years ago. I may sneak out and sit in it some tomorrow, just to check for leaks!