Editor’s note: On Dec. 28, 2018, Elaine crossed over to that Eternal Shore and her family, friends and readers are missing her. The Advocate is reprinting Elaine’s articles for a year.
“I have been young and am now old ...” – Psalms 37:25
I recently attended my “BFF’s” (Best Fishing Friend’s) retirement party. Now that is really something when you consider that Mary Post and I taught together on the first day that she was a schoolteacher, and we are still friends 36 years later.
We were assigned to coach together on the first girls’ teams Victoria school district ever had in middle school. Jan Lahodny and Jack Cook, the athletic director, thought it was a good plan to pair an old coach and a young coach together in order that they could benefit each other.
Mary went home after that first day and cried because she had gotten an old, strict coach who had two children just a little younger than she was. I went home complaining to Buck and Brad that I was coaching with a hippie that probably played in a rock group called “Peter, Paul and Mary.” It looked like it was going to be a long year.
But then something happened. When Mary walked by my car in the teacher’s parking lot, she noticed that I had a bunch of fishing tackle locked in there. When she finally got on the gym floor 10 minutes late – as usual – she asked me if that was my son’s fishing tackle in my car. I told her that it was mine and I was going to fish Magnolia Beach the second school was out.
She actually acted grown up and said, “Would you like me to go with you? My house is on the way, and I can stop by and get my fishing tackle and be ready in five minutes. Let’s stop by the Post’s grocery store, and my dad will give us summer sausage, Longhorn cheddar cheese and crackers for the fishing trip.”
As we talked about fishing on the way to fish, I could tell instantly I didn’t have a rookie on my line this time. She knew how, when, where and why to fish and proved that she was an old hand at it.
Even until this day, it is a very hard thing for me, to admit that I learned quite a few things from her that day, and that is why we are “BFFs,” Best Fishing Friends. We will never retire from that.
Dear Lord, thank You for there and then, when and where and young and old. We will never retire from your grace and mercy. Now, since we are both retired, we can go fishing any time we want to. Hallelujah.