Gena started looking through the Flickr stream of the guy who took the magnified velcro photo and noticed a lot of them are near where we grew up. This is Como Lake, a lake I’ve walked, Rollerbladed, and driven around many times, a lake I’ve skated on, a lake where we’ve celebrated weddings and birthdays and lead roles in the summer play. I’ve played with my cousins, fed ducks, and flirted with boys along its shores. Probably smoked pot, too.
This is also the place where my uncle John landed ‘the biggest catch in the history of Como Lake’ — my dad.
They were around ten, bored and in my grandma’s hair, so she sent them out to go fishin’. A couple hours later they came home in the back of a police car, uncle John’s hook (accidentally) caught in Dad’s nose, bawling and bleeding and definitely not bored. (And of course half-thrilled to ride in a squad car.)
Dad still hates fishing.