187/365 Howie
He calls his son with fish stories. It’s what they have in common. Not politics. Not religion. Not sales and insurance. Not sports. Bass, pike, walleye, muskie, the occasional striper or bluefish. It may not be much. But it may not need to be.
posted by Indigo Bunting at 6:29 AM
4 Comments:
Do the father and son have an annual fishing trip? (Or am I confusing Howie with someone else?)
They have in the past, but not this year.
Oh, that's so much more than so many father-son pairs.
Reminds me of my father-in-law and his dad, who died this January. Now Jeff has no one to fish with.
No one to fish with is a sad thing to be.
Post a Comment
<< Home