Thanks Dad

There's not a single time when I have a fishing rod in my hand that I don't think about my father. He taught me to fish, a sport that became my passion and now my retirement "job" as a charter boat fishing captain.Thirty years ago last night we had a bowl of ice cream in front of the TV- joking and poking fun at one another, and the next morning- almost to the minute that I write this salute- he left this world. Thanks Dad for everything you did with and for me. I loved you more than I ever told you.