Waldo Town News
By Tom Seymour
I’ve had breakfast at Bowen’s Tavern a few times lately and usually, I get to sit with fellow Waldo resident Walt Wagner. It’s a pleasant way to begin the day, having a leisurely breakfast and chatting with neighbors.
Tax bills arrived in the mail last week. I didn’t notice any sizeable increase in the amount, a good thing in these difficult economic times.
With Labor Day come and gone, things are beginning to look more and more like fall. There’s a clarity to the air this time of year that presages coming change. It’s a time of brilliant days under clear, azure skies and chilly nights with the Milky Way sparkling like a jewel-studded belt across the sky.
My work schedule has been such that it left time for precious little perchin’. But that will soon change as jobs become fewer and I can spend more days at home. September was always a great month for white perch, since they have long since formed into huge schools of like-sized individuals. Try early in the morning if possible. That’s when hundreds of perch jump and splash on the still surface, easy targets for a well-placed cast.
Under The Feeder
A flock of perhaps 100 grackles flew into my wooded yard last week, some landing atop tall pine trees, others dropping to the ground and picking up insects. It’s a sign of the times, although it does seem a bit early to me. However, I’m told that barn swallows have already begun migrating. That, too, seems a bit hasty. Many other songbirds as well as birds of prey will soon gather together for their fall migration.
A friend wrote with a minor complaint: “My Sunday paper continues to arrive on Saturday.” His concern was duly noted.
“I fear the day that technology will surpass our human interaction. The world will have a generation of idiots.” – Albert Einstein