By Andy Snyder We looked at his chest. It was the best thing we ever saw.
It was moving.
A few seconds later, his eyes came back to life – first looking to the right and then coming around and locking in on our own.
It’s as if his big, wide eyes were asking the biggest question of their life.
“What happened?”
We went fly-fishing with a good pal and got much more than we expected. In one instant we were casting and chatting. In the next, we watched as he splashed lifeless into the water – one half of his face on the river’s muddy edge… the …read more
