fish fry

a week ago we went to a fish fry. at uncle francis' fishing house.
the boys tried to do some fishing.
but only one fish got the memo.
the rest were playing it safe somewhere else.
i remember coming here as a little girl for family gatherings.
this yard used to be huge.
august wore his boots.
it was a good thing because it was a little wet from a good rain that day.
there are some really cool old things around this place.
if only i could have searched around some more.
the friendliest dog in the world will growl - if he thinks yankees are around.

a grill just his size.

the fried fish were great.
but uncle francis' special ketchup made them that much better.

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