I think back to when I was a kid, and the feeling I had going to bed the day before the opener for pheasant season was, to me, exactly the same as the night before Christmas. I was always so excited to get in the car with my Dad and my Mom’s Setter (a show dog that would hunt) and it occurs to me that the only kid I know who enjoys hunting with his dad is my own kid, but, it isn’t anywhere near as intense for him as it was for me.
That backdrop leads us to where we are now. None of my stuff was Abercrombie and Fitch, but, a kid could dream, right? I’m sure there was a time when that store was the stuff of dreams, but, those kids have different dreams today, it would seem. I was never there, Lloyd, but, I still regret seeing it go.
Best,
Ted
