I find this little bit of dialogue brilliant.

On the back porch, Grandpa settled into his rocker, lit a filterless Camel and turned on the radio. Porter Wagoner sang “Company’s Comin’.” I snatched the latest edition of Sports Afield magazine.

“Says here it’s a perfect day for fishin’!” I exclaimed.

“The day’s half over, Lucas,” he replied, calling me by my dad’s name.

“Tomorrow looks good, too.”

“Aye, aye, Cap’n,” he said, drawing hard on the cigarette.


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