By: Dave V (offline) Thursday, December 05 2013 @ 08:03 PM EST (Read 348 times)
My friend Jay and I have made our own Green Hornet Ice Fishing Rods from a scrap of wood . Was a blast .
Eventually, all things merge into one, and a river runs through it. The river was
cut by the world's great flood and runs over rocks from the basement of time.
On some of the rocks are timeless raindrops. Under the rocks are the words,
and some of the words are theirs.