We went to a small lake Bass Lake. It was beautiful. It was perfectly still when we got there in the morning. The fog was lifting off the water. It was just magical. And we did catch some fish 13 fish.
My mom God rest her soul - she liked nicknames. In the womb she named me Skip. There was another black guy in Piedmont W.Va. and his name was Skip. They called him Big Skip and I was Little Skip.
