Yes, there really are still a lot of good people in this world.

The kid next door is one of them.

He's about 12, and a few minutes ago (about 9pm) he knocked on the door and there he was - wirh five rainbow trout that he caught this day fishing from the bank of a local pond.

Having them all suspended on that long thin new growth from a nearby tree was the first time I've seen that trick, I'll bet his father taught him that - his father being the sort of man who teaches his children how to fish and hunt.

I'm not personally into that these days, the years having gone by faster than a speeding bullet. but we have benefited from their expertise more than once. Venison back steak pan fried in garlic butter is really a treat, and elk steaks, burger and sausage have been known to cross the threshold, along with the occasional local steelhead.

JJ is his name. He's a bit rotund and somewhat shy, but as strong as a little bull. He can swing a weedwhacker for an hour or more nonstop whereas I find 30 minutes to be more than enough these days.

As I asked him such manlike questions as "what sort of hook?" and "what sort of bait" so we could have a man-to-man discussion, I caught myself thinking - "Do I regret selling everything and leaving the city long ago?"

Hell no!

I realized back then that cities are nothing more than prison camps without walls. A place of incarceration from cradle to grave. And these days, here in America, cities like Chicago are more dangerous than a war zone.

Even Seattle, which we went to for the first time in 20 years just a month ago for my Naturalization ceremony, is just a vast network of roads populated by millions of vehicles that reminded me, as a sweated my way through multiple wrong turns, of rats in a maze. Scurry here. Scurry there. Stop. Start. Stop. Start.

I finally applied for Naturalization after 30 years as a Green Card resident, because I seriously want to vote. Even though Washington state is all about mail-in voting, which no doubt means every election for who knows how long has been rigged by the current ruling Democrats, I want to vote. I especially want to vote for Non-Rino Republicans, and for Trump in 2024 - if he doesn't somehow get miraculously;y reinstalled as the world comes crashing down around the latex ears of these sorry-ass excuses for humans who are doing their utmost to destroy America.(Settle down Michael. Calm down. Deep breaths. There there. It'll be alright).

Well, it ain't alright.

The country is being torn apart by a gang of thugs working from the top down, creating division and hatred by being divisive and hateful.

But do I think there's still hope for America?

Hell YES!!

As I thanked JJ with words of praise and a big smile, I knew without a doubt that "With kids like this and neighbors like that, there's more than just hope for America."

Then, as I headed for the kitchen with my five trophy trout, my next question to myself, after a day of research bombarding myself with news from all over the globe, was this:- Do I think there's still hope for the world?

If I were to liken the day to an Internet fishing trip, I'd have to say most of the time it's like fishing in a swamp. There's a lot of ugly stuff in there and some of it makes me want to pull them ashore and beat them over the head with a hard hammer.

That's how I killed a small tiger shark that I hooked into a dinghy off the coast of Western Australia long ago.

But hey, reminiscing can be saved for another day.

For the moment, let's just say there's another fisherman in this world, and he's up against a sea of sharks, collectively known as Globalists, the New World Order psychopaths, and much much worse.

His name is Vladimir Putin.