What Fresh Hell?

Been over readin' and all. First Walkin' Man and his earliest memories of his grandfather.
I read that this mornin' and felt a gentle breeze blowin'
past with my grandfather and him taking me fishing,
in a creek just at the end of the block where he and Nancy lived.
Nancy was his wife after my mother's mother passed.
My folks were on vacation and
my brother and sister and
I were with Granddad and Nancy.

There was a fish caught, the record shows
i caught it, but i can't recall it all that well.
Nancy cooked it up, after Granddad showed me how to clean it.

Right then, in the skillet. With grits.
It was a perch? more like a pin fish, bait by most standards,
but we ate it. That was cool. The next day Grandad came in and
said 'hey let go down to where we caught that fish, again. And
we did.

Only this time we saw the sign, 'NO FISHING'.
That we had leaned against that day.
This is a true story,
with Granddad and Nancy as my Witness'

Then I go and have a productive day at work and
come home and
read JadedJ.

With all that cames to mind,
paper in fire was the most prevalent.

With apoligies to John Cougar Mellencamp.