Thursday, August 21,
2025
Time: 11:47 AM
Song: Everybody Laughs
Artist: David Byrne, Ghost Train Orchestra
Mode of Consumption: Listening to Spectrum on Sirius Radio during lunch break.
Link to song: https://open.spotify.com/track/1gbFItwP8tng1ZeXoqh0eS?si=511e0b66fdcf42b2
I am parked in the
lot near the YMCA in Dixon that faces the Rock River. To the left of my field
of vision is the dam and to the right the Galena Avenue Bridge. It’s a gray sky
day, but it feels good after the last two weeks where temperatures have been in
the 90s and the humidity high.
An SUV pulls in next
to me, a woman is driving.
When she comes to a stop,
she hollers back to kids in the back seat that she’s going to call their dad (I
think that’s what she said, I wasn’t trying to listen).
A few moments later,
she’s talking to someone, and it’s clear they are talking about catching fish.
The questions range from “Is it bigger than the last one?”, “How big?,” and “How
long?”
She has an unusual
cadence to her speech. I can’t quite tell if it’s an impediment or perhaps a
result of a hearing issue. She is enthusiastic about the fish conversation, and
I think it’s nice that this person either has the same enthusiasm for fishing
as the person on the other end of the line or simply is glad that the person is
having a successful day at the river.
I probably wouldn’t
be able to muster the same amount of enthusiasm. The last time I remember
fishing was on a class trip to Oppold Marina in Sterling. I am not even sure
what grade that was other than I believe we were to construct our own poles
with sticks, strings and hooks.
Fishing has just never
been my thing.
Yet, I do spend most
lunch hours at the river. I enjoy seeing the water flow by. I usually bring a
book and my lunch. It’s generally quiet and usually a few people wander by to
watch.
The fisherman arrives
at the SUV before I leave. They load his stuff, and the conversation remains
positive and excited as he take his seat next to the driver and they take off.
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