Forgive me for digressing from the topic of fly fishing for just a moment. I know, it's unnatural for me too, but given my experience on the river yesterday, it seems to be an appropriate jumping off point to wax just a little poetic, or philosophical...or something.
I make it a point to stay relatively uninformed about the happenings in places like New York City or Washington, DC these days. There's only so much room left in my brain, and for better or worse, I prefer to reserve that slowly declining vacant gray matter for things that bring me happiness and warm fuzziness. I'll pick up the local paper and occasionally check out the Washington Post online, but it's usually only to check in and see how my former home team is doing (apparently not too well at the moment). My smarter, more liberal friends would undoubtedly shudder to know that I occasionally tune into the O'Reilly Factor on - gasp - Fox News. If nothing else, I enjoy the froth-at-the-mouth banter between the host and his guests. It entertains me. That's about the extent of my news consumption.
With that in mind, I had to take a crash course in civic awareness when I started reading tidbits about a proposed mosque that, depending upon whom you ask, might or might not be built on a site that might or might not be at Ground Zero in New York. In typical fashion, I tried to fathom what all the hullabaloo was about.
I quickly learned that the construction of a place of worship in a free country is suddenly cause for an apparent long-term news-a-thon. I started to hear all kinds of ugly things again. People who support the mosque are "insensitive," never mind the fact that what happened at Ground Zero killed Muslims. People who oppose the mosque are "bigots," never mind the fact that at least some Muslims oppose it as well. Marginal, retrograde churches hold "Quran burnings" while marginal and even more retrograde terrorists are likely still trying to kill us. Virtually as soon as I had lifted it, my self-imposed moratorium on news, particularly of the politico-religious variety, fell rapidly back in place.
While mosques and churches figure out whether they should be built, I'll savor my own sanctuary here at the edge of the foothills in northern Colorado.
Some of my favorite congregants showed up for services yesterday morning:
No bigotry or insensitivity here. Just a tip for all visitors: bring your Bible or Quran if you must, but don't leave home without a box full of size 18 elk hair caddis flies. The trout are going crazy on them right now.