Jem Bigsky II, My Dad. Today after school he took me fishing down at Coopers pond. I caught 2 blue gills and a very small bass (6 inches). Dad says we shouldn't keep him because his dad might miss him. That made me feel bad for catching him in the first place, but Dad said that "he will grow 2 inches just from the experience alone". I asked how many inches i'll grow because i caught him and Dad just laughed. I said "no really" and again he laughed, but after he stopped he said "not enough to reach the gas pedal of the tractor". I said that i will soon because next year i'll be in puberty and that made the root beer almost shoot out his nose. "Don't do that while I'm drinking". I said I was sorry. He winked and gave me a pat on the head. It was a good day.

Someday i'll try to remember my Dads life story before he married my Mom and had me, but for now I can only think of fishing and that root beer.
I did find a kind of recent picture of him and Mom at the policemans ball. When I told Dad that I was going to put the picture on the internet for the whole world to see, he said "good. now everyone will know where you get your good looks from". I had to think about that one.
I forgot to do a word today. whoops...Maybe 2 from last time makes it even. See ya later.
Jem III