Dear Generation,

So the Fisher Queen is a muskie tournament champion! Bravo to anyone capable of catching one of the most elusive warm water species (Muskellunge, aka Esox masquinongy). However, your cover suggests that this plucky angler, Kylie Eoannou, is a multi-species catcher of trophy fish. Your cover of this piscatorial denizen of the waters shows her with a rather handsome brown trout (Salmo trutta). The cover also reminded me also of a classic fly-fishing book written by Dick Sternberg and friends, “Fishing Nymphs, Wet Flies and Streamers.”

Tight lines and don’t wade too deep.

Fredrick W. Stoss,

M.S. (zool/ecol), M.L.S.

Associate Librarian

Dear Fred,

Thanks for reading and we appreciate the feedback—but there’s just one bone of contention that I have to pick with you. Wegmans told us that the fish was an Atlantic Salmon (Salmo salar in science speak), so I looked them both up on Wikipedia, and frankly, I can’t even begin to tell the difference between the two. What I can tell you, though—and Jake Drum can attest to this—is that the little guy was delicious.

Sincerely,

Christopher Ahearn,

Editor in Chief

Dear Generation,

I wrote this upon learning that the American

death toll in Iraq hit 2,000:

Shed a Tear

Take a moment and shed a tear,

For those who have no fear.

Two thousand dead,

Keep them in your head.

They fought to keep us safe,

Now at their final resting place.

Cry once for their children,

Never to see their parents again.

They lost their lives.

Think of their wives.

In a war that’s not our own,

Safely bring them home.

Thank our president for their blood lost.

He doesn’t care about the cost.

With dead Iraqis and dead Americans,

No one really ever wins.

He soiled our country’s good name,

To gain himself some fame.

He sends our brothers to their death in

foreign lands.

Well now their blood is on his hands.

Close your eyes and offer a prayer,

‘Cause here’s the truth laid out bare:

Thousands of deaths without reason,

He has committed the worst kind of treason.

We’ve been deceived by a skilled cozener,

So salute our star-spangled, blood-drenched

banner.

- Barbara Hendershott