Fishers of Men

And more. My father was always a fisher of men. He created things that made people, in the Army and in regular life, better for themselves and for their families.

At the end of his life he partnered in an Italian restaurant in a resort town. I don’t think he knew of the drama of a restaurant. He’d done education and arts all his life and thought he’d seen it all.

When I finally visited the restaurant it was after a debilitating rough sea voyage followed by a long car trip. He told me a story after I asked about the huge, gorgeous wooden bar. He said it was taken across the lake in winter, by horses. The ice was so thick that the entire bar could be taken across without incident.

This lake has not frozen in two years, and may not this year. On a side note I really wish that over the holidays the kiddos could be able to get out their sleds and slide down the big hill to the tennis courts and field (away from traffic).

Every year I used to go to the grocery first for a six-pack of local beer, that I kept cold overnight, then to a local coffee shop for hot chocolate and pastries. I would park and choose an ice-fisher and give him the goods, hoping he keeps the beer for later!

Last time two guys landed a huge trout. I showed up as a surprise and of course they didn’t have breakfast or a warming beverage. They wouldn’t let me leave, said they caught the fish as I walked onto the ice so I was good luck.

After a bit, 15 minutes, I said I had to go. It was seven in the morning and I had to make breakfast. Both of them walked me to the dock, each took an elbow and lifted me up from the ice.

Is it global warming? We have no snow for the kids, no ice for the fishers. Every day at dusk and dawn I see the seagulls catching their prey. The winds become fierce, Coast Guard is out and not allowing small craft to sail or power boat. God bless the Coast Guard. They are vigilant in their efforts to keep the seas safe.

In the next 100 years there will be no ice, no horses with a sleigh and a two-ton wooden bar to transmit over ice to its destination. Sad. Dee

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