Sometimes I wonder why I got involved with a group seeking to breach four dams on the Lower Snake River, a thousand and a half miles from my home on the prairies of Minnesota. Then I recall I grew up fishing the Wisconsin River, sitting on a bridge over its headwaters in northern Wisconsin. And I restore part of my soul weekly when I cross the St. Croix to see my partner. I like rivers and I must admit I’m not a fan of a lot of change, although I’m on Facebook and using a