Reply #5: Enjoy the fishing. Your reply reminds me of Matthew Arnold's "Dover Beach"

[coalition_unwilling]

wherein Arnold writes:

:Oh, love, let us be true to one another
For the world which seems so various, so wonderful, so new
Hath really neither joy, nor love, nor hope for pain
And we are gathered as on a darkling plain
Scattered by alarums of doubt and fight
Where ignorant armies clash by night."

(May have mis-quoted a word or two from memory.)

Until Nov. 2, we must take solace in the small, private matters (like your fishing with your grandson).