We're still expecting to see AJ's name on the caller ID whenever the phone rings. Whenever a week went by without a couple of lengthy phone conversation, we'd wonder if something had happened to him. Sad to say, he's finally left us and we'll have to talk to him in the memories of our shared experiences over the last 8 years, fishing the Magalloway at Little Boy Falls, fishing Tim Pond in a Rangeley boat, roundtable discussions with other rodmakers, or working out history's mysteries for his new fishing history book out on the patio at my house over our favorite meal, coffee and cigarettes. Today's body of knowledge on American fishing tackle history has AJ's seminal work from the 1990's as one of it's cornerstones, and he was working on another. A few of us have some idea how that was going, as he discussed it with me the day before he died, explaining he'd rewritten it to reduce it from 13 to 11 chapters so it wouldn't be so overwhelming for his readers. His cigarette filters still lie on the bricks of our patio from his visit on that last day. We know he's gone and we'll never forget but if I see those filters I can pretend he's not far away and we'll see him again soon. Rest in peace, friend. And send us the final words to complete your new, and last, book.
Monday June 25, 2018 at 3:58 pm