Many people call Richard ‘Pippi’. While I’ve yet to see him prancing about in red plaits and striped socks, the name does seem to suit him in other ways. Given to him by his sons, instead of “Pappy”, he now looks very much like an Appalachian ‘Pop’ as he set out on his first fishing adventure the other evening. He hasn’t been fishing in over 3 decades! He went down to the Salmon River, but walked onward until he found where it flows into the Saint John River. Thus, from starting out on a chair, he ended up – well, you’ll see. He had a great time, despite not catching anything for our freezer. I warned him that worms are better than his 30-year-old favoured lures. But tomorrow morning he strikes off with our young neighbour, his good friend ‘Zeb’. And Zeb’s bringing the worms! They’ll be going to one of Zeb’s favourite fishing holes, too… a mystery that may not be allowed to be publicly revealed, but their escapades certainly will be! And no doubt he’ll be sharing all kinds of Lore that has nothing to do with truth, but will amuse us all the same!
Ah, my very own Huck Finn!