Melody Came AlongChapter 3
I stretched out on my bed and opened my grandfather's journal to the next entry. When he had died ten years ago, he had left all his journals to me. He had kept one up until the last month of his life, when he had suffered a stroke that he never recovered from. I had been reading an entry each night since I had received them. This one was about fishing and had references to the first time he had carried me out on a Minnesota lake. With fishing, it's not the size of the boat, motors and...