The box does not matter — the memories do

By Johnny O. Trail — During this season of quarantine, I have taken on projects that I have not had the time to complete.  One of these projects included cleaning out the garage.  Going through old boxes and other items that were quickly stowed away awoke memories from the past.  Among the fondest of those memories, was the re-discovery of my father’s old fishing tackle box.

Upon opening the box, it was determined that the contents were in a very rough condition.  My father rarely fished with artificial lures, so most of the items were hooks, sinkers, floats, and fishing line. The box had not been opened or used for about fifteen years, so the items were rusted and stuck to various parts of the box. Continue reading “The box does not matter — the memories do”