Still Sweet After All These Years
45 years. Class of ’71. Some went away, some came back, and some never left. If we had to choose the one thing all us guys had in common, it would be fishin.’ Sure, we played all the sports and there are plenty of glories there. But the topic always comes back ’round to fishin’ and the conversation gets a little quieter and reverent.
I’ll never forget fishin’ the ponds along the the Ohio River most every day with my friend Leslie (R.I.P.). When we heard the train coming, we dropped our poles, ran up to the tracks, positioned a couple pennies or nickels on the rails then ran back down to hide in the brush. It was a ritual inside of an adventure and we never tired of it. Most of us are still fishin’ today but none of us are placing money on the railroads.
As for the girls, I don’t know what they’d say they all had in common but I know one thing for sure – the years 1967-1971 in Greenup County, Kentucky along the banks and hills of the Ohio River was a slice of heaven that dissolved like tears in the rain over the years for those of us that left. It was so fine to be back.
McKell Class of ’71 Reunion in Greenup, Kentucky and Greenbo Lake, August 6th & 7th 2016
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