It was July 26, 1979 and I was eleven years old. I stood on the end of the dock over looking the lake with a fishing pole in my hand. The sun was taking its good old time setting across the lake. I wanted this day to be over. It had been a typical warm… Continue reading Fishing Calms Childhood Fears
Fish For breakfast?? This is not normal for us, but I think I like it. My husband offered to cook breakfast with George. When I saw the fry pan come out, I figured we were having eggs. This will be good. Then I remembered we were out of eggs, and I heard him ask George, "Where… Continue reading Something is Fishy: Breakfast?