Firsts:
Gone Fishing
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The three of us — my almost 4-year-old grandson, Nat, my son-in-law, Kevin, and I — set out for a cruise on Narragansett Bay, our stated destination a waterfront ice cream stand in Bristol, Rhode Island. The bay was boiling with bluefish, and we'd packed a few rods, just in case. We, three generations of anglers, quickly made our casts. Nat held on with all his might as a feisty one snapped up his lure and ran. With help, he reeled it in, watching the fish's sleek flanks, yellow-ringed eyes, and rows of sharp teeth. After we docked, he raced up the beach with his catch. I don't know who was prouder — Nat, displaying his first-ever blue, or me, snapping pictures of my first-ever grandchild.
