Thursday, October 11, 2012


Influence.  As our old reliable resource Webster defines, "the power to direct the thinking or behavior of others usually indirectly".  There are few true people that influence us as an individual during our lifetime.  For this post on his birthday, I want to dedicate to one of the those true people and one of the biggest influences in my life.  My grandpa.  Better known to all as "Papa".  Through teaching me how to pitch a baseball, to fishing, and flying a kite, Papa was a coach, a mentor, my grandpa, and one of my best friends.

One of many stories...
When I was really young, we lived in Charleston, Oregon and Papa and Nana were our neighbors.  Of course living on the coast, Papa had a boat; named the 'Flying Dutchman'.  One day, his brother, my great uncle Alan, aka 'Acky', decided to take me out on the Flying Dutchman for a salmon fishing trip in the ocean.  Mind you at the time, I was only three years old but I already knew what fishing was and wanted to be every part of it that I could.  During the first part of the trip, the ocean water was calm and the day was beautiful.  However, it is the Oregon coast and the water and the weather can turn quickly, as it did that day.  The ocean seas started getting rough and choppy and the boat started getting pushed around a bit.  I, being the little one, started getting seasick and after a bit, it caught up with me.  Sitting on my great uncle's lap while Papa drove the boat, my stomach decided it had had enough, and up it came, with a large portion of it covering my uncle.  Papa said, "Well, I guess we'd better head home since you're not feeling good."  My retort, "Papa, I didn't come out here to go home.  I came out here to go fishing."  And the rest is history.  I have been 'hooked' ever since.     

Thank you for all of the memories Papa.  I love you and miss you.


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