Stories from the journey of fatherhood & brotherhood
"Oh $%!&!" I exclaimed. "This is real bad but it could have been WAY worse."
Fifty dollars was a steal for our neighbor’s 17 foot aluminum Grumman canoe. Long scratches lined its left side, but that only added to its mystique as the worthy and first family vessel. My wife and I strapped it to the top of our car and visions of grandiose family adventures swirled in my mind. Stunning landscapes would be enjoyed, new skills would be acquired, and I would be in the trusty guide in the back of the canoe offering deft navigation and life changing memories.