Everyone seems to think 2020 was a bad year, but we prevail by finding the good in things. That's just what I have to do, to write this post, since today was an especially tough day at work and I feel like hell now. My God did my single-manned department get slammed the last two hours! I'm not complaining about having had work to do; the truth is, the busyness of all that redeemed the day as much as it could have, so I'll leave the rest to imagination.
That's the spirit of 2020!
Actually, when it comes to us, the blog and readers, really one and the same thing, we didn't have a bad year. What did Litton's Fishing Lines do, after posts in the middle of March foresaw "mass death'? First of all, who believed back then that some 400,000 Americans or much more yet would die of the virus? I saw it coming, so that's what I wrote, regardless of who else would believe it or not. I felt the loss deeply, I expressed that feeling, and then I went about my life. I'm an essential worker who has probably encountered dozens, if not hundreds of infected people, and I feel fortunate I'm alive, though I know it's quite possible I won't make it before I would have got vaccinated. But my wife thinks I'm a paradox. A frail and vulnerable person with an immune system sufficient for me to "drink from the Ganges." So must likely, I will make it.
About 2020 and an angler always finding a way, instead of me going along with all the doom and gloom, I lived out the year like any other, getting up and driving to work in the morning, and fishing on many of my days off. Who knows, maybe that's because I confronted what would happen to America right at first, rather than going into denial, so I was free from thereon. Whatever the case, Litton's Lines responded by logging more posts than any of the years it has been up, except for 2012.
Happy New Year everyone, and let's look to yet another successful year in 2021.
