Second, it has been two years since dad died. My once fear of fragile memories, more like a folio than a encyclopedia has not materialized; I keep remembering things about him. The other day the Gravely tractor was not working, so I tried and tried to figure out the problem. Finally over a cup of coffee I approached it from dad's perspective, after a few minutes viola the carburetor. I only wish I had his truck, not the Toyota, the big GMC that he and I rebuilt - but what the hell am I gonna do with a full size 1976 GMC with a bored out 350 engine, a radical cam shaft, that gets at best 5 miles a gallon? I suppose just sit in it, listen to some old tunes, drink a cold one and think about Pop.
It is also the 2nd birthday of #3. His energy and presence has been a blessing. I cant imagine life without him and #s 1 & 2. Life is all around us...
I believe I am just now ready to start fly fishing again. Perhaps this Fall and nice trip to the mountains of NH to catch some natives.
2 comments:
Fly fishing?
Um...can I come?
Tripp,
the more the merrier...
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