This picture of my dad comes from a laminated scrapbook my Grandma Dottie (now deceased) made for me when I was a child.

And my dad likes to fish even now. Every summer he goes on a fishing trip to Canada with several of my uncles and cousins. He invites me every year but I'm usually too busy and haven't gone in about ten years. (Dad: Oh, longer than ten, I think.)

This year he sent me an e-mail reading, "Just talked to some of the brothers and they are all fired up. You don't want to miss this trip of a lifetime."

How can I say no to that? So, I'm going.