Catfish on a Hot Tin Roof (ballad of a bottom-feeder)
By Beth LaBuff
Published: March 20, 2011.
Through the middle of a cornfield with its ripe and golden grain, ‘round a waist-high prairie meadow wound a pot-hole riddled lane. It was there a shallow puddle where a sign read, “Zoned – No wake,” (named with hopeful aspirations)was the pond called Mammoth Lake.