(My best blog post titles are never acknowledged.)
(Just thought I’d point that out.)
(And now you’re beginning to think that this post is about “fishing” for compliments.)
(But then you’d be wrong.)
My Dad invited all his children to come for the weekend so that all the guys (his son and sons-in-law) could go fishing on Lake Michigan.
Ouch. Stop twisting our arms.
The Chicago skyline from Lake Michigan.
They caught a fish.
Actually, they caught a lot of fish.
And they sort of caught a bird too.
Or, perhaps more accurately…
the bird caught them.
And then they adopted him as their own and fed him all the flies he would eat.
But they didn’t give him a name, which, I think, is a testament to the lack of females aboard.
And I didn’t hear any of the females complaining about that fact.
(For those of you who know us, from the left, my brother Sam, Mr French, my brother-in-law Dan, two friends of my Dad’s, and my Dad. My older sister and her family were not able to come.)
(Photos credit goes to Mr. French.)