So, it wasn’t so far-fetched of an idea that after all of the years of being out on the Bay, that Grandpop thought he should give something back. He decided that after he died, he wanted to become fish food.
I wake up to the sound of murmuring voices. What the heck? I draw my disoriented thoughts together, force myself out of bed, and shuffle my way into the living room. There, I find my dad sitting in his rocking chair and reading his Mother Earth magazine.