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I have finished reading "A River Runs Through It. ." A buddy on Facebook today asked if I had seen the film. Apparently, he does not read my blog. Inconceivable. If you can name where that is from, I will send you a copy of my book free, postage included. No cereal tops needed. Maybe a few beer caps of beer you love. I answered my buddy, who is a co-suffering Eagles fan, that I have seen the film about 20 times. But, that this was the first time I read the book. ARRTI is actually more of a novella. A story that is too long to be called short but too short to be called a novel. So add an "la" and there you have it.    Somehow it is fitting that the father in the film who tutored young Norman as a child to make his essays half as long about three times in one assignment  would  be pleased--you do the math on the econometric boiling of the word mash to distilled thoughts. The novella packs a serious punch in that there are no wasted words. Each word--like a ...

The Susquehanna River, July 4th, 2016... I have picked up Norman Maclean's book "A River Runs Through It" again. I have been off and on with it. Like three years off and on. Maclean didn't start writing books and stories until his 70's, after he retired as a college English professor. That gives me hope that it is not too late for me.  Shoot, I am only 52! I have just been missing Montana. It is not unusual to want to be somewhere else for a spell. I love the mountains and like Maclean "I am haunted by waters."   I was hoping to get to Portland, Maine and Acadia National Park this summer, but my work schedule is in disarray and that visit is not looking like it is in the cards.  Not much I can do about it but ride it out. Good to have a job...   So, the book is transporting me to another place, if only in my imagination.  I read many books at a time so this is just one of several that I have going now. A River Runs Through It is semi-autobiogr...