Tim is well.  He gave us an autographed copy of his newest book, TENTS, BOATS and THE ONES THAT GOT AWAY, and I am starting to read it now.  It is autobiographical, a collection of tales about growing up in the Midwest and learning to fish, learning to love the wild places.  It doesn't seem to be on Amazon.com yet, but I can supply the address if you want to contact Tim about purchasing a copy.

Tim is a special friend.  He contacted me after reading my "Canoeing Partner" story many years ago, and learning that I was from Parma, Michigan.  He grew up in Springport, which is not only near to Parma, but is the town where I taught school music K-12 for 13 years.  With that in common, we began to correspond on the Internet and developed an email friendship that has lasted for a couple of decades.  We have gotten together with him a couple of times and he has met our granddaughter Anna once.

Tim was a great deal of moral support to me when Neil had his transplant, including offering up my daily support scripture, Joshua 1:9, which rested on my fridge door throughout all of the difficult days as well as the triumphant ones.  And I like to think I offered support to him later on as he spent several years as a caregiver and nurse to his beloved Nancy, who struggled valiantly with ALS and died about a year ago from that terrible condition.  He is a quiet, strong, caring man, and I admire him deeply.

And that's what I can add about the man who calls himself Ancient Angler.