Pocketbooks and Fishing Line

Pocketbooks and Fishing Line

Growing up, I was kind of a goody-two-shoes. I really never did anything wrong. I was only grounded once (a story for another time). I lived my mischievousness out vicariously through others. Thus, the story of the pocketbooks and fishing line.

My friends and I lived way out in the country on a road that more or less existed to get people from A to B. Our little community was neither A nor B; we lived in the middle of nowhere.

Entertainment for little boys was scarce in the Summer. Bike riding. Baseball. Basketball. Fishing. You'll notice that none of these activities drain the devilishness that lives inside every of little boy. Boys need an outlet for these urges.

My friends found such an outlet. Pocketbooks and fishing line.

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