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Boxcar Blues
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Boxcar Blues

2015
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Only the river was the same-the roaring rope that invites you to drown but you fish anyway, because the steelhead run to 30 pounds and they are born in America, and I didn't have the money to drive into British Columbia to find a canyon as grand or fish so frightening. For a half dozen years, my son and I had pitched a tent a mile or so downstream near the head of a rapid, and we'd climb up to this boxcar after fishing to cook our dinner and listen to the World Series on a transistor radio. Nick Adams also had crossed through burned-over country to get to a river, the Fox in Michigan's U.P. True, he was shell-shocked from the war and looking to nature for the restoration of his soul, whereas all I suffered from were the overloaded circuits of the era and a father's loss as his children leave home to start adult lives.
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