Sunday, February 28, 2010
Wednesday, February 24, 2010
Last week my good friend Bill Lundeen had a rather large corporate ice fishing event he was guiding for and needed some extra equipment. Dropping it off on Tuesday I needed an excuse to get back to Mille Lacs and pick it up. Since fishing has not been stellar on the big lake these days, Plan B was to simply head up, grab it and go back to the big sunnie lake. On Thursday Mark Applen called inviting me to fish in the big Ducks Unlimited Ice Derby in Garrison at Saturday noon. Now I had a real excuse and it sounded like fun.
Wednesday, February 17, 2010
The party was set at his morning hangout, the Full House Tavern, in downtown Eleva. Owned by his neighbor Kim, who is the daughter of his good friend Dunk Semingson, the village elders gather each morning to drink coffee, have a few cookies, and proceed to needle each other for the next 2 - 3 hours until they disperse. Our role was to get there an hour before to help set up. My brothers and sister had done a nice job prior to my arrival as I help unload critical items. The first thing I noticed on the bar was a large jar with a label stating "Dinnie's Engine Fund". Dad's 1996 Lincoln engine blew up a few weeks ago leaving him car less for a week or so. Fix it or buy a newer car.......a tough decision. I can imagine those conversations during morning coffee, they must have been interesting. Dad ended up getting a 2003 Buick and my brother Jon had agreed to help fix the Lincoln as not to be forced to sell it as junk. For a 1996 it was almost spotless. Apparently the boys downtown decided to "help" Dad with is dilemma. Looking in the jar were a number of coins, mostly dimes and pennies as well as some substantial IOU's from a number of anonymous donors. All in good fun, it goes with living in a small town where everyone is a star! When Dad turned 70 my brother Steve and I took him to Alaska for the trip of a lifetime. We had a great time, it was the first and last time we shared a big adventure together. Here he is on the left after the first halibut trip which was pretty stressful on him. Although he toughed it out, the rest of the trip for him was spent relaxing while Steve, his son Kevin, and I took in the excitement of fishing. I am glad we took him as it was good for all of us.
I'm seein' my father in me
I guess that's how it's meant to be
And I find I'm more and more like him each day
I notice I walk the way he walks
I notice I talk the way he talks
I'm startin' to see my father in me