Summertime in Palo Alto is a beautiful thing. During the summer, you can almost forget just how dysfunctional it is out there. Almost. Swimming, drinking beer at the pool, fishing...it's like something out of the "how to have a perfect summer" guidebook.
After enjoying several hours at the pool yesterday, it was off to the catfish pond. Penny and I were not feeling the fishing yesterday, so we were propped up on the toolbox of the truck like queens presiding over our kingdom. And looking good doing it too. The kiddos were dispersed among the remaining adults with varied success in the fishing. As the evening wore on and some parties were letting their competitiveness and the fact that they had not caught a fish get to them (MOM AND AUGUSTINE), Daddy decided to help them out by feeding the fish -- aka cheating. So Jero took off with the net to try and catch fish that way. "We" (Jack, Doug, Penny and I) were supposedly watching the two poles he had in the water. Watching them from 10 feet away. Sure enough, as luck would have it, a fish bit one of those poles, and off it went. Jack, looking like the hero of Bayou Baywatch, took off running and made a flying leap into the pond. It was a thing of beauty. Unfortunately, the pole was already out of reach. So while Jack is trying to dig his $40 Croc flip-flops out of the mud, the cork resurfaces and begins gliding across the water Jaws style. After flinging his flops ashore, Jack triumphantly recaptures the pole...Corgan's Spiderman fishing pole. He was the hero, and a very dashing one. I think his future in movies is a must.
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