Thinking because I am not Fishing
Though my dad now lives in the mountains of NC, and I live in a suburb of DC, we are both Pittsburgh natives. In the course of a recent conversation, he mentioned how his friends and he used to drive up to Erie on Friday nights and go fishing (we're probably talking 55 years ago or so).
I never knew this about my dad; either that he had fished when he was younger, or that he had fished Erie.
Knowing how much pleasure I have taken in fishing Erie, it was... sort of surprisingly moving to think that this is something we share.
Fathers and sons... we often know so little about each other when it comes right down to it. But if we did, I wonder if we'd find that we are alike in far more ways than we might have first thought, maybe even in far more ways than we are different.