The End, The End
Ty wanted to go over to the lake and do some ice fishing. It was two weeks after Christmas and we’d been in the middle of a brief and rare streak of warm days that we used to call Indian Summer but I’m not sure that’s appropriate anymore.
There was still a layer of ice on the water and snow on the ground, but the sun had been out for a couple days and everything was soft and slushy. I told Ty…