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The Stick
Join Date: Dec 2007
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I remember riding around with my granddad going from cafe to cafe in the small town. He would get a cup of coffee, drink it, then on to the next one, chatting with the other older gentlemen hangin out at each. He passed when I was 5.
The really important part was he taught me to politely ask for a straw, tear the paper cover off one end, then try to shoot the paper cover and hit the waitress in the butt.
My favorite picture of me and granddad was us standing together each holding our fishing poles and a crappie we each had caught. Mine was my first, and his was his biggest. I was 3. My fishing pole was a 3 ft length of 1by with about 5 ft of line tied to it.
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Richard aka "The Stick"
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