I'm sending this one to my son. He always wanted to go fishing, but I never had the chance to take him.
Back in college, we'd take my boyfriend's chop-top Bronco and drive it into the Colorado River and sit there all afternoon fishing. It was code for drinking beer ─ (yes, we had a DD) and if we caught one, it was a cause for such celebration we forgot about the beer.

Now, I want to go again.