Uncle Larry was the exact opposite of my father, who by the way can’t swim.
As a matter of discourse my father would say, “You’re so much like my brother.”
Who would often arrive unannounced in an airstream and buy Leinekugals by the case because he couldn’t get it in Boston.
So there I sat in a boat up North with my drill sergeant Uncle.
He had a foul proof fishing method he stated. Sprinkle fish food the kind you would place in the aquarium to feed your goldfish and wait until they came.
I could have been standing on the shore and known this was a bad method.
Our Uncle’s can teach us things our fathers can’t.
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