For those of you new, I did a post last year titled Trolling for Stories. It is way down below, or click the link to read a sense of what this project is about. If you have already read it, this year's version would be very short and better titled "Fishing with Bobbers". Last year I was full of vim and vinegar and able to be all over the place; this year with a throbbing arm and a bone in eight pieces, I was lucky just to be there. Therefore, like the wise old fisherman who knows where the lunkers are, I staked out the prime spots and dangled my bait, waiting for the big ones to come by.

On the way in, I walked thru the Fawcett Center lot. I found it has the most willing storytellers. I was rewarded again Saturday when I met some new ones. Next, I sat outside St. John Arena at the moment the alumni band exited. From there it was off to the stadium press box where two of the writers agreed to let me turn the tables and call to interview them. On the way, I introduced myself to a proud football mom whose son was playing his first game in the 'Shoe. Then it was down to the sidelines where I checked off two more must haves. After trying for a year, I finally connected with the group of students who sign the national anthem. Lastly, as the alumni band came off the field I got the phone number of a fellow who had twirled in the 40's and was still out there cutting up a shine!

It was a good day's catch.