this morning #791.

this morning, at my urging, we’d dragged the boat out of the shed & headed out onto the lake just before the sun came up. my son & his pup & a cooler of beers. two poles & a roll of the dice. it’d be nice to have a few hours alone with him for once. we used to do this all the time but it’d been a while. as had always been the case, sitting out amongst the quiet of a morning on the lake, it’d either lead to talking about nothing at all or everything all at once. once upon a time, i knew everything that went on with him. then, for a while, not so much. we’d lost touch for most of his early adulthood & he still hasn’t filled me in about those years. i’m fairly certain he murdered a man.