Though it begins on Mother's Day, seems that the fishing season encircles Father's Day.  Where will Allan be on Father's Day?  Not on the couch in our frunch room.  Not at a feast at my dining room table.  Not opening presents on the porch.
He'll be fishing on Father's Day, way up in Canada with a bunch of guys.  It's been on the calendar since last year, and I have no reason to begrudge the man his Father's Day gift.  As a matter of fact, I gave him a similar gift for Mother's Day, when he was gone turkey hunting way down in southern country.  He even shot another turkey, did I tell you that?  The fourth of his career.  I've got turkey feathers fanned and fumed with hairspray hanging all over this house.  Egad.
Some people tell me that my man is "one in a million" -- because he's so kind to me, and forgiving, and always gracious as a gentleman would be.  But little do they know that I may also be one in a million.  Maybe I'm not always as kind and forgiving and gracious as I ought to be, but I'm surely something.  Tell me how many wives do you know who sanction and even smile at far away fishing trips and turkey hunting trips on the two most important days for mothers and fathers, not to mention -- wives.
Hey, I know -- I'm a sucker.  So I grabbed onto the hook and found the name of Lisa Skillo on the end of it.  Congratulations, Lisa.  You found the hook in the border of the Island View Dining ad, and your name was drawn to win the $10.  May you always be kind and gracious and forgiving.
In the meantime, on your way to virtue, keep looking for the elusive fishhook.  If you find the one hidden in this edition of the Gazette, drop a line to Box 387 in Victoria, MN 55386, telling of its location, and sink it in the mail.
Be happy on Father's Day, Mother's Day, and all the days that are in between, and -- if it's necessary -- be a sucker for somebody special.