fish

By some strange coincidence, my great-grandfather's last name was Fish and he was a master fisherman. This is a photo of him trying to teach my dad how to fish off the pier in Florida.

My mom has been trying to find photos to make a display for my grandfather's memorial. Her photos are terribly disorganized. Before the house flooded, she used to have them grouped by date, event, location etc. When they quickly pulled everything out of the closet to keep it all from getting ruined, everything got all mixed up. Since I was born shortly after the flood, nothing ever got reorganized. So we cannot find a lot of photos and my parents had done some fun things with my great-grandfather in recent years. the wedding. my sister's graduation. Kennedy Space Center. Islands of Adventure on Christmas Day. Dealey Plaza in Dallas. Victoria. My great-grandfather was also here the first week Remus was here on a trial visit.

Speaking of Remus, my new phrase today is "bad dog." Let's not even talk about why I know how to say that.

Back to fishing. This was, I think, my great-grandfather's last fishing trip ever. My mom, dad, and him went out on the pier. (This was in 2007 . . . before I was born, of course.) My mom just went along to visit and take photos since our PETA friends would not approve of us killing or harming animals. Anyhow, it wasn't more than five minutes into the fishing trip that my great-grandfather pulled a big yellow fish out of the ocean.

We were happy to find this roll of film.