There’s something about being on the road that makes me reminisce. Not boredom; there are endless things to catch up on during a long drive, especially for a married guy with two very small children. Among them music, podcasts, and phone calls with old friends and relatives. My wife calls these my “vacations” and of course she’s right. Maybe the sights and sounds and smells are just nostalgic and light up those old synapses. Today I’m thinking about my childhood and, as usual, about trout.