ToDay is the Birthday of
Fair and warm, wind So.
The girls finished up on the hill tonight.
Fred Moon was over to do some painting.
After I got thru work I took my fishing rod and went down to Bate’s wharf and had on a pickerel spinner and a piece of pork rind. I made four casts and on the fifth I saw a swirl in the water and the next cast I got him on and held him only a couple of minutes as the hook was too small and pulled out.
I came home and ate my supper and then worked in the garden.
“Slavery under one’s own passions is worse than under tyrants.” Pythagoras