Stand Who's Ground?

I know I barely write here anymore. And I know I am a good week or two late with any post about the Trayvon Martin Tragedy, but I started this blog to scratch that writing itch, and the other day I had just read too much and decided to finally put some thoughts done on a page. Not sure if this helps any conversation, but I am too frustrated as a citizen not to at least voice displeasure.

I have no idea what "Stand Your Ground" means in a moral or intelligible sense. I understand it's interpretation through most of the draconian, absurdly fearful laws that have been past in this country - and it should be noted how often these laws exist in states the gun lobby has wide influence, because behind these laws is the conceit of "get a gun, carry it, use it, you'll feel safer." "Stand Your Ground" meant that if you felt threatened in the protection of your self, family or property, you could use deadly force without the need to first attempt retreat in order to defend yourself. Now while that may seem nice and tightly conceived, it leaves open some scary doors.

Ode to Uncle Jack

TO UNCLE JACK:

I live next to the oldest family owned tackle shop in the United States. It's a block away from my place in Baltimore. I thought that was fascinating when I found that out. I went in one day and was immediately immersed in the world of fresh water fishing again. I wish I got to share that with Uncle Jack, he would have loved it. 

I haven't been fishing in years, and yet walking into that store it was hard not to feel the pull of the water again, that itch to drop a line, let it sit a little longer, something will bite, and even if it doesn't, would you rather be doing something else? I could see why Uncle Jack loved it so much. 

Another thing struck me about the store - a few guys just hanging out enjoying each others company, talking fishing, making jokes,and laughing.