Sunday, March 26, 2017
Bill (the captain) is by brother. I have many fond memories of growing up. Bill was always the little brother with all that entails. Then all of a sudden he got to be 6' tall and he was not little anymore. He was always the slim one of the 3 of us.
He was the one who always seemed to have the most heart and in that way the one most like our mother. Bill was also could the funny side of life no more happened. We loved to go fishing, a passion he never lost until COPD made it impossible to do so anymore.
Your missed guy. Who am I going to talk to about those old times? They are just stores to others. They never can sense what it was like to catch Japanese beetles for 25 cents a quart jar,or catch fire flies on the muggy evenings in July in our neighborhood in Virginia.
I'll always remember that last fishing trip we took a few years ago when you and I and my youngest son went steelhead fishing on the Cowlitz River in July. That was special not only for me but for my son.
