It’s hard to choose a most memorable adventure with my dad because there are so many. This particular fishing trip kinda stands out from the rest because he was on pins and needles waiting on me to get my homemade houseboat finished and to the lake. He put his rocking chair on the front porch and pulled out crappie one after another. We had such a great day we hated to see it end. My dad was 94 and a WWII Navy veteran who served from the beginning to the end of the war, a true hero. He always got excited when we headed to the lake or river. He liked to get his “sea legs” on. Unfortunately it wasn’t too long after this trip when he lost the use of his sea legs and his health really started to decline. He was the best and I will always cherish our outings.