The Lawrence Avenue Rocks
It was so early, so dark and cold, but I got up anyway, dressed, clutched my
tackle box and climbed into the back seat of our old Ford. It smelled of dusty
wool upholstery, cigarette smoke and cold. But it was all worth it, I was goin’
fishin’ with my Dad.
How did you know to take your five year old fishing at four in the morning?
– or were you just lucky?
How did you know I’d so enjoy your boyhood fishing stories as we watched
our bobbers atop the black lake?
- or were you just lucky?
How did you always manage to catch the second fish?
- or were you just lucky?
How did you know I’d recall those morning sunrises as more majestic than
they probably were?
- or were you just lucky?
How did you know those mornings would become a lifetime of memories?
- or am I just lucky?
Curt Vevang