gone fishin'

Grades posted, another semester in the books. I don't fish, but if I did I'd go fishin' now.


This is dedicated to the student who slipped me a gratuitous note on final exam day: "I forgive you." Funny thing is, his theological "Father" probably wouldn't.

Father forgive us for what we must do

You forgive us we'll forgive you

We'll forgive each other till we both turn blue

Then we'll whistle and go fishing in heaven...

Fish and whistle, whistle and fish

Eat everything that they put on your dish

And when we get through we'll make a big wish

That we never have to do this again again

 By the way, folks: it was the guy on the bicycle who said the important thing is not to stop asking questions. It's the last thing I said on the last day of class, but most of you missed it. I forgive you.