Too Many
Photo by Barry and Cathy Beck
I check the clock, do the math and dial. Pete answers on the first ring, speakerphone.
“Old Man.” He calls me Old Man because I was the first of our friends to get gray hair.
“Pete. What are you doing?”
“Rolling cigarettes. Going fishing. Can’t talk long.”
Living on the opposite coast from fishing friends makes it hard to stay in touch. A three-hour time difference doesn’t seem like much, but sometimes it’s just enough…
