Ian fished for golf balls, kinda, on a hot June day at the golf course. Opa was just above with a camera, keeping a close eye on the antics of the youngster. He, Ian, slipped nary a once.
Places: Long Island, New York the first ten years, South Bend, Indiana the next ten years, all over the place, including Germany, Japan, Vietnam, California and Washington the following fifteen years, and ever since then down here in southern Indiana.
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