Some of my fondest boyhood memories were cane pole fishing with my Mom and Dad. Neither one are with me any more but their memories are most vivid when I go down to my pond with a cane pole and a can of worms and see what I can catch. The years seem to shed away and I am almost a kid again.

Working to resurrect my 1/2 acre piece of heaven after hurricane Ike took it from fresh water to salt water.