November 1999


Dear e-Fisherfolk:

Great News!! It’s a gloomy day in Arkansas and we couldn’t be happier about it. It’s raining!! It’s been so long that we hardly know how to act. Rain has fallen for the better part of three days now and has never been more welcome. It’s been so dry that the Idlets’ well has been pumping dust and their toilets have been in danger of not flushing. But now, it’s rained so much that the Grimwoods’ toilets are in danger of not flushing. But that’s probably more than you would want to know.
The new CD, Closer to the Truth, is out. It feels wonderful to speak of the release in the past tense or at least the present instead of sometime in the distant, murky future. Both of us are very pleased with the overall result and early reviews are boding well. The CD includes 12 new original songs and one cover of a Vince Bell tune. It’s very listenable and should be something to be proud of for years to come. We hope you enjoy it as much as we do.
When we teach our children lessons about life, it’s important to remember that we are also still involved with the same struggles and subject to the same rules. Ezra’s daughter plays tuba in the marching band. They have been rehearsing since the beginning of the school year to compete in a contest. Upon arriving in Springdale, Arkansas, for the competition, she realized that her tuba was still in the band room back home. It’s not hard to imagine the panic that she felt. Ultimately, an extremely generous tuba player from the Lincoln marching band lent her his tuba and mouthpiece. She got to play and march with the band in competition, but had to endure a lecture about responsibility and stinging questions about how you could possibly forget a tuba. Trout Fishing played in St. Louis the next week. Ezra was playing a brand new guitar that he couldn’t stop talking about. It was a major bright spot in his evening to play this guitar. After a wonderful night in St. Louis, we got up early and drove to Chicago. About 100 miles out of St. Louis, Keith noticed that the new guitar case was nowhere to be found. In an instant, Ezra realized that the guitar was still in the motel room of the night before. You can imagine the panic Ezra felt at this realization. You can also imagine how he felt after giving Dana such a hard time. His first phone call was to the motel to verify that the guitar was still there. It was and we picked it up on the way home. His second phone call was home to ‘fess up to his daughter. Keith never forgets anything. If he ever has, he’s forgotten about it.

Troutfully yours,
Keith and Ezra

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