A few months ago, a friend, who had purchased my childhood home after my father died, dropped off a few things left behind. Included in the pile were both my parents old yearbooks and an unmarked photo album that belonged to my Uncle Stanley. Among the shots of navy men and exotic places was this shot of a fisherman. I’m guessing it’s Hawaii, but I don’t know for sure.
A poem that I wrote with the photo in mind will appear in a forthcoming collection. Look for it soon!