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Sunday, February 04, 2007

Back when I was 5 or 6 (1973/'74), dad bought a small rowboat and took me and mom fishing. I hate fishing, and I hate fish. The boat drifted into a small group of rocks near a tree, so dad stood up - in a rowboat - to push against the tree to get us free from the rocks. He fell overboard and mom laughed. He got really mad. We went home. Dad sold the boat. Except for the fishing aspect, I have no idea why the above cartoon brought that memory to mind, really....
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