Fishing with Uncle E.E.

Last night as I was falling asleep I was reminded of this memory. I was in about fifth grade and dad and I went fishing to Lake of the Woods with Uncle Ernie. It was pretty windy and Lake of the Woods gets a little choppy at times. E.E. started looking a little green around the gills. Of course, dad couldn't pass up an opportunity for a little joking around. Mom had packed us a lunch with jello blocks and dad held that jello up and wiggled it around. Ernie was throwing up over the side of the boat in no time.