Fish for David

Three things became clear to me during Sunday's telephone call to Della and Ron's house during the Mannion family Christmas party. First, Wally and Derek were going to be in big trouble with their wives. Second, the best place to have an intelligible conversation during these parties is in the bathroom. I apologize to those of you who had to cross your legs and wait. And third, David Mannion was nver going to speak to us again if we didn't start fishing, pronto!

To humor him, and in spite of the fact that you need a license to fish in Florida, Dean threw out a handline while we made the trip south from Fort Lauderdale to Miami.

My father has, of course, outfitted us with countless lures and hooks and weights, and he also offered us rods and reels. But we chose yesterday a very simple setup that we could tie off and leave while we tended the boat.

Within five minutes we had our first bite, and within twenty minutes we had a fish. It was beautiful, and though it was only 16 inches or so, it put up quite a fight. Neither of us had any idea what kind of fish it was, though later study in our fish book suggests it was probably a mackeral. In any case, we sent it home again and put the line away.

Are we forgiven yet, David?

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