OldTroubador's blog post - The Hits Just Keep on Rollin'

Sometime back, about a year ago, I was talking to my daughter on the phone. We were talking about songs and I mentioned one that I thought she knew. She said that it sort of sounded familiar, but could I sing a few bars of it. So I did. And now, for the rest of the story.
Me: “That is the one. Do you recognize it?”
Her: “Yeah, I do now. But Daddy, you sing like John Wayne.”
Me: “Sweetie, John Wayne is dead.”
Her: “My point exactly.”

The last time I was home, we spent a day fishing in the Gulf of Mexico. We weren’t doing well with the catching, but we were having fun chunking lures, watching the birds dive on bait, and, of course, picking on each other. At one point, I was looking around and saw a Spanish mackerel jump clear of the water. I spun around and asked my daughter if she had seen it. Her reply:
“Daddy, you ain’t gonna catch any fish if you keep letting your lure dry off!”

Speaking of fishing, a couple years ago we were at a canal that parallels the Trinity River. We were catfishing. The few times before, she had taken me to school there. But this time, I had two catfish on the stringer before she had her first nibble. Next thing I know, her rod is bent double and she is really fighting a fish. She reeled it in, flipped it up on the bank and took a good look at it. She turned to me and grinned and said:
“Look at the size of that one Daddy. Those two you caught might as well go back in the water. Or the bait bucket, if you prefer.”