When I lived in Tulsa and Mississippi I fished quite a bit. When I lived in Memphis I did not due to traveling every weekend back to St. Louis. When I moved back to St. Louis initially I also did not fish much. Working 9 hour days and commuting 1 1/2 to 2 hours each work day did not leave a lot of free time. What free time I had I chose to expend else where.
Run the tape forward and now I am retired. I have started fishing again as every day is Saturday. Since the government sees my income as only social security they chose to send me a stimulus check I did not want or need. But since they sent the money, I was going to cash it. “Well then,” I said, “Let’s spend it on something vaguely foolish.” I bought a fishing kayak made in the USA. I figured that would jump start the economy a wee bit. Owning the kayak Continue reading “My new favorite way to eat fish”
My Uncle Dutch is not a tall man, and he has what we affectionately call a Buddha belly. I know that he was skinny once upon a time. I have seen pictures of him when he was young and in the Navy, but that is not the Harry Dodd I know. He is elderly now, with white hair, and it is hard for me to not think of him in a suit and tie. The first thing that you will probably notice about my Uncle is his smile. While he doesn’t smile all the time, it is certainly there more than it isn’t. And it is the type of smile that just lights up his whole face.