Jon,
Just wanted you to know I cried my way through the Greyson story. I can recall fishing with my grandfather, learning to bait and set the hook and then placed my new “pet” on a stringer. Oh the agony of it all. .

We placed several pets on the stringer that day and then my grandmother chopped their heads off and fed what we couldn’t eat to the family cat including the eyes.

I even spent the afternoon killing our hand raised vegetables, the sheer sadness of ripping the beets from their home in the warm ground. We even decapitated several cabbages as well. I even think we tortured some green beans by removing them from the mother plant.

It was a truly difficult day in all, we even prayed before we ate to give thanks for what we worked for and were about to consume.

I learned something truly special that day, I learned that fried fish taste pretty good!