The Fish That Got Away
He knew right where he wanted to be, that grandson of mine. He hurried into the office, bought a permit for $7.50 and drove us right to the spot he’d researched the day before. “This is it Momsmom and Bobo, we’re here.” Kyle was our first grandchild and as such had the right-of-privilege to name his family however it worked for him. “Bobo” came from “Lobo” which is what I often call my husband…an old high school nickname. He pulled…