It is Sunday morning and outside it is still predawn dark. While yesterday began at a cold 17 degrees, today it is already 43 degrees.

Yesterday, instead of going to another No Kings Rally, I drove over the border into Wisconsin to scout out fishing access points on the Kinnickinnic River. I used to fish there quite regularly more than 30 years ago, but I have not been back since. I did not find anything familiar.

I first moved to Minnesota 40 years ago. In the decades since I first fished the Kinnickinnic, I have changed and the land around the river has changed.

Driving from one spot to another along the water, I listened to a Grateful Dead concert from 1987 (May 3rd at the Frost Amphitheater, Palo Alto). 1987 was the very year I began fishing the Kinnickinnic; hearing Jerry’s voice on “Touch of Grey” hit especially hard.