FLY FISHING WITH MY SON, NEPHEWS AND BROTHERS—We use a weekend in April to celebrate my father. He died too soon for all of us. When he was alive, he loved to fish. He loved when all his boys were together fishing. The river is my place for reflection. I get emotional about my kinship with nature. Heck, I’m a city boy so this is odd for me. In April, I feel blessed to share this time with my brothers, nephews and son. It’s a time for laughter, stirring and sometimes asinine conversation, and unhealthy food.​ Chicken Fried Steak, beer, whiskey, fly fishing and brotherhood. These really are a few of my favorite things. We miss you Pop!