Grandpa Anderson (we called him Mr. A) often said, “There are lots of ways to win at tennis.” My Uncle smiled as he described seeing his father in action. Mr. A relied on placement, not power. At the end of a match opponents walked off the court shaking their head in disbelief, replaying the shot
“Grandson. We are going to fish today at the dam.” Usually we fished from the pier or a boat. This added to my excitement. I had almost achieved 10 years of age, and really looked forward to going on this new fishing adventure. So off we went. When we got to the dam, my Grandpa
“I love you Ric Olson.” Coming from within the pool or just before jumping into the pool or as he walked alongside it many times over the past several summers, he would say this to me. When I heard it this time I looked up and saw Mitch on the edge of the pool. He
