Yesterday evening, I took a break from work just before sunset and took a stroll around the lake we have on the campus. Ran into a family who was fishing, That made me think, when was the last time I went fishing? I've got a pole, and I know there are fish in the river that runs behind the house 'cuz one of the neighbor kids once caught a couple of bass back there, but I haven't tried in years. The last time I went fishing and actually caught something (fishing and catching are different sports), my goodness, that was with Grandpa Lambano back when I was 12. Half a century ago. Grandpa Lambano loved to fish. Grandma Lambano needlepointed a little plaque for him that read, "Lord, grant me the grace to catch a fish SO BIG, that when telling of it afterwards, I need never lie!"
Sigh. Happy memories. :)