Fish for Breakfast

   Yes, that is exactly what I had for breakfast. My father was
a great fisherman when I was growing up. Our box freezer had
plenty of fresh fish  inside. He always lived by the "code". Which
worked out quite well for him.
   As a wee girl at the age of 5,

my Dad took me fishing. Of course at
the time I was very talkative. And the rod  was a cane pole.
   Never the less I still remember the red bobbin, popping
up and down in the water.
   So fish was a regular meal at our house. The famous meal
was fish and grits, with hush-puppies.
   Not only was my Dad great at  fresh water fishing, but ocean
fishing as well, crab fishing you name it. Those were the best
of times with my father, sitting next to him on the shore or those
three day excursions in the wide open sea.
   So this mornings delightful meal brings a wonderful smile on my
face as I eat it and think of all the many times my father and me
would be fishing. Thanks Dad for the memories.
Till the morrow. Happy fishing.

               "Fresh Salmon Croquet"