Schwarzenegger was wrong

Yesterday, I spent a couple hours watching my son fish. Minus a baby bass that he threw back, these pix were the only catches. Not a bad day at the lake, I'd say. But looking at these images a day later, in light of the news of Ted Kennedy, I'm reminded of life's cycles. And I'm a little blue. Of course, in my own selfishness, I'm reminded of what my dad's going through. And given the nature of Kennedy's diagnosis, I remember when I got news that my great friend Helen had a brain tumor. Seizures like Kennedy's are what tipped off her docs. Isn't it strange how a few words can suddenly and abruptly change one's world forever. So I take solace in the world around me and count my many blessings . . .