Trip Into the Past

After 45 years of marriage, I have learned when my presence is not needed around the house. Such was the case one hot August evening when Donna was having a meeting at our house for one of the committees of the Williamsburg Women's Civic Club. I realized that I'd better make myself scarce.

For years I have been mumbling about gathering some old bass-fishing gear and heading off to the "big river" below Huntingdon to catch some smallmouth bass. I have not used this gear in more than 30 years, though to be fair, I know my granddaughter used it only about 10 years ago. Anyhow, that afternoon I...