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Letters to My Granddaughter, No. 59

By | March 9, 2024

[March 9, 2024]  The bayou water was like glass, not a ripple, nothing moving except our aluminum flat-bottom jon boat as it slowly glided along with its silent electric motor.  It was also dark out, black as ink.  I held the flashlight.  Dad navigated the boat.  Earlier that day, Dad said matter-of-factly, “Hey Douglas, let’s go gigging.”  I… Read More »