Today was opening fishing and we all thought of dad all day long. My cousin Shawn, his friend Dan, and my Uncle Lyle are all here fishing and helping us get through this weekend without dad. One of the stories that we told last night was about the time we discovered it was time for dad to have a seperate bait fridge. Mom had made a jello salad and had covered it with tin foil.
Dad had stored his leeches in the same fridge and somehow one had gotten out and onto the tin foil. That jello salad did not ever make it to the dinner table and dad was given permission to buy his own bait fridge.
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