He was My Dad
Saturday June 20, 2009
The long sleeved khaki shirt he wore was soaking wet. On a day with no wind, no rain, and temperatures hovering around 95 degrees, he wore that heavy long sleeved shirt. Actually he was forced to wear it. Being in the sun for far too many years without protection had taken its toll. Skin cancer and subsequent treatments threatened to end his fishing forever. He was my Dad.
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Now at 63 yrs young your story on your dad took my breath away. Great story and I’m shure a great tribute to a great man. Thanks Chuck Graham
Thank you sir for the comments – and yes, he was quite a man and quite a fisherman.
That was a touching tribute to what sounds like a great man and father.
Dear Ron,
It was a pleasure to read your story. I’ve been reading your articles faithfully for a long time – this is one of the best ones. As a Florida cracker myself (6th generation), I feel a certain kinship with you through the things you write – describing aspects of life that are unique to Florida and that speak at a deeper level to natives. Your stories remind me of my grandfather and some of my kin that I’m unfortunately not so close to anymore.
Now that I’m living in France, reading these stories is even more meaningful. Thanks!
Brian