If It's The Last Thing I Do

Willie smiled that big farm boy smile and waved; Max smiled and waved back and the years that had separated them melted away. The two farm boys were going on another fishing trip together. Instead of worms for bait they were going to use memories to catch something more elusive than a trout or bass. They were fishing for an old friendship which had been swimming around just under the surface of their consciousness for over forty years.