Chapter 4

While visiting him in late June with Independence Day just days away, the both of us became drunk and decided to fish at the lake’s edge. A day I will never forget: sunny and bright with a just a hint of exultant wind, storybook perfect with robins and deer, a whippoorwill somewhere, a woodpecker above the cabin in an oak’s treetop. My father said to me, “I hope you understand why I wanted you to come alone. It’s not that I don’t like Carla and Lock…I merely wanted us to be here as father and son. Like when you were a boy.”