I created the poem Casting Away while sitting on the rocks under the Blue Water Bridges. There was an older gentleman casting his line into the mouth of Lake Huron that day, and he reminded me of my own grandfather who owns a bait shop south of Harbor Beach, Michigan.
There is a picture floating around of my brother capturing me in a fishing net.
As a child, I would sneak into the refrigerator to eat cooked smelt as if it was candy. Today, this fisherman’s daughter has an aversion towards fish. However, I will still eat a tuna sandwich and the occasional McDonald’s fish fillet.
In my article, Spotlight on a Small Town – White Rock, features a small bait & tackle shop called Frank’s Place. The owner’s are my grandparents.