(memories in bits and pieces...)
1 time
margaret stevens came out fishing with us...
lake montauk for flounder.
another time, grandpa came
(i don't think he enjoyed, much)
and then another time
(i will never forget)
dad came with us
we went to start up again,
a return to trolling
and the rip-cord to the outboard
ripped out in his hand
we went trolling all right
(we were heading out to sea with the tide..)
we got WAY out there
(farther from home-shore than when Popa used to dig "chowder clams"
(nana's fritters-sometimes i can smell them cooking...) ((i mean frying)) {alliteration}
Popa finally took the helmet off the engine
gerryrigged the broken chord
and after a few futile attempts- started the engine!
whew
((maybe next year we should attend school on the jewish holidays))
{ha ha}
we went back in
got a new engine
(after consternation to the chief)
and headed back out...
PS: get back on that horse...
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