Over the weekend I got an e-mail from my oldest friend:
Middle age is a bittersweet time. As we finally mature enough to appreciate the people in our lives, we find that we have to start saying goodbye to some of them and discover that we may not have used to its fullest the time we were given with them. My parents are old enough that every time I see them may very well be the last time, so I try to savor those times. I have reserved a fishing guide for the end of June to take my dad and my boys fishing for big stripers. He took me fishing nearly every day in the summer of my young age, but we haven’t fished together since I was probably ten years old.
How I envy him–and I don’t even like to fish. My friend is a wise man.
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Bing Crosby and Louis Armstrong sing “Gone Fishin'”: