Originally Posted by Little lake Phi
Guess who went fishing tonight and forgot his jacket. Froze my butt off...I was wearing a sweat shirt so I toughed it out. Was 49 degrees and windy...brrrrrr...Blooie nice story.....I grew up in an alcoholic household...I kinda missed out on innocent fun.....But I still probably have a few funny stories somewhere in my foggy memories...But I've gone back and read some of your other writings and you do write very well..My daughter is the same way...she's studying medical laboratory science....But I really think she should be a writer.....way to go...
Oh, I can relate to the alcoholic family life - both my parents were alcoholics but I guess we got lucky - they were pretty much jovial and happy drunks, but drunks nonetheless. By 7 years old I already knew how to talk the power company into not shutting off the electricity, and by 11 was fully in charge of making sure my younger sisters and brother got off to school on time and the littlest one off to the sitter before I left for school. Been there! But still and all I had a great childhood with siblings who are still my best friends and parents who loved us. Our home was always filled with lots of hugs and laughter, and if Ma and Dad suffered they kept it to themselves and didn't burden us with it. Ma started every morning off with a shot of Vodka in her coffee, then in the afternoon she went to work at the bar. Dad got off work, came home to supper, then went to the bar where he sat with her until she got off work. So me, Linda, Lori, Ron and Bev raised each other. Someday remind me to tell the story of my intoxicated dad shoveling the yard!
As for writing, well, I've told this story often times here. I had a stuttering problem. Dad (who was really my step-dad until he adopted my sister and I as adults) told me that what I had to say was important, and suggested I write down my thoughts and ideas. He promised if I'd write them he'd read every word, and he did. Gradually as my confidence increased my stuttering decreased, but my love of the written word was forever and solidly planted. I thank you for your kind words!
Now, you want to explain to one and all why you went fishing in Michigan without a jacket?