12-29-2015, 07:38 AM
Re: Auction house score
Do you remember your first rod and reel you purchased with your own money? Old Boo brought back to me from Japan by 'Mom's Boy Friend.' Wood box, reel, some crappy line, what the hell flies, I was on my bike like a shot down to "Green Lake" in north Seattle. Damned if I didn't catch fish ... now how the hell to get them home to Mom.
A "Ah moment!" Strung fly line through their gills, strung on the bike handle bars, home again! Glop of butter, Pan fried with red patato's, FEAST OF THE GODS for my Mom.
A 60 year wander back.
Proper table cloth, china plates, cloth napkins, forks/knifes, we had two sets, but all we needed. A mind wander, but at times 'two' is all you need. "Mom's" are exceptional people. "Anne Evans:" One hell of a girl. I was there the night she passed, hospital people rolled in a folding bed and I was holding her hand.
All that sounds like a 'mind wonder,' but when Mom and I entered the United States she had $36.00, I had some Canadian pocket change. 9632 Aroura Ave North in Seattle was our address for several years. No heat, just put on more clothing and bath in school. She was a Nurse so she bathed at the Hospital.
Ya-Ya sounds like a sob story, but I got good grades, three Master's Degrees. Mom was on my arm when they handed her the papers. Proud, very proud.
Interesting to look back, Daughters graduation dinner ... to waiter: "This is all on me." Can't remember how many of her classmates, but cost me a small fortune. Pizza place, beers, "You'd better check ID's." Guy laughed, "All ready have, served them soda's."
Son didn't even invite me/wife to graduation.
When wealth is lost, nothing is lost; when health is lost, something is lost; when character is lost, all is lost. - Billy Graham"