There are hundreds of topics for the well-informed outdoors scribe to write about. I was starting to think I would have to call one of those for some ideas this week.
I was contemplating the blank screen of the computer for maybe the second hour or so when Cedric banged on the door. Cedric is the belabored intern the newspapers use for all the miscellaneous jobs around the office, meaning all the stuff no one else wants to do.
“Mr. Case?” he halfway asked with a whine. “They told me to bring you the mail bag. The editor said there are at least five letters here that need to be answered.”
That can’t be right, I thought. I haven’t checked the mail bag for months; there must be dozens of letters. Grabbing the mail bag (it was plastic and said Walmart on the side) from his hand, I noted there were seven pieces of mail and only three were bills.
Here was my column salvation! Letters from faithful readers!