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St. Catharines, 2017.07.02

We went down to St Catharines to visit Grandma, today, and The Boy and I spent half the time fishing. First on Martindale Pond, then on Lake Gibson. Unlike the thick fog of yesterday's jaunt to Bluffer's Park, today we had brilliant sun.

There were plenty of other fishermen around on Lake Gibson. As is so often the case, it was only one fellow who had any success, pulling out three fish while the rest of us caught nothing.

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rand()m quote

(In which I leave the final word to someone else.)

It is not the critic who counts, not the man who points out how the strong man stumbled, or where the doer of deeds could have done better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena; whose face is marred by the dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs and comes short again and again, because there is no effort without error or shortcoming; who knows the great enthusiasms, the great devotions and spends himself in a worthy cause; who at the best, knows in the end the triumph of high achievement, and who, at worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly; so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who know neither victory or defeat.

-Theodore Roosevelt, Jr.