I am drinking coffee in my kitchen and see out the window the first mountain bluebird of the season.
It’s morning, but for some reason I think of the Nick Adams dinner scene as night fell after a day of hiking in “Big Two-Hearted River.” Nick packed some heavy stuff to his fishing spot, but neither a Kuerig nor an Instapot. And he did not fish until the next morning. 
My brother, Pat, is the only person I know who shares my affection for the Nick Adams’s special of canned spaghetti mixed with canned pork and beans.
Morning, coffee, bluebirds and Big Two-Hearted River? It’s all crystal clear to me now.
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