Fond Remembrances

When I was a pre-teen and teenager we lived near Long Island Sound.  In the summer, my dad would go out fishing just about every morning.  We had a little run-about that was old but steady.  I would often go with my dad.  We would wake up at 5:00 a.m. and creep out of the house so as not to wake others and grab a quick bite before heading to the dock.

I went along primarily to see the sunrise.

It was so peaceful out on the water.  My dad is a quiet man, so few words would be exchanged.  From time to time I was allowed to drive the boat.  We would cast in one spot, and then, if nothing was biting, we’d motor over to a different spot.  Fishing involves intuition.  You just KNOW where the fish might be hanging out.  We’d be back home before seven, in time for dad to catch the train to NYC for another day of work.

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Author: serena

Currently living outside Providence, working full time in higher education, and pursuing doctoral studies in Organizational Leadership.

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