Wednesday, January 21, 2015
My story starts as a young boy 2 or 3, my father holding one hand a fishing rod in the other. Walking down a dirt path along the tracks, not far from our home on walter hammond pl. The path led to coals pond a serene lake with waterfalls and stream and fish,fish and more fish!!
A fathers love is shared in many different ways, but when that love is something you can do together, a adventure, everyone unique, planned seasonal journeys of shared memories forever. together excited in the same emotion of pursuit, happy days, remembered for a lifetime. Fishing again and again, together.
Thank you Pop, for all the love shared.
Your 1st fishing buddy,
Louis
