A few years ago I traveled 3,000 miles in the fall to to return to the area where I grew up. This trip was an exercise in seeing if places were like I remembered them after the passage of nearly 40 years. The results were mixed with a few disappointments and a several surprises such as this pond in Burnham Park, Morristown, New Jersey–it was better than imagined. This is where my father first took me fishing. I look at this photo and still remember taking a bass off the line.
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