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  • This is my dad.

    I've been fishing with my him since I could walk. Usually it is trout fishing in upstate New York but when he visited Brooklyn in October we woke up early and drove down to the 5th Street Pier in Williamsburg to try our luck with the Striped Bass that migrate through the NY waters every fall. The pier was lined with people fishing. My dad and I each caught and released one little "schoolie" Striped Bass. They were beautiful fish but very small. After I caught mine, the Russian guy fishing near us said, "You got a baby! Now, time for Grandpa!"

    We didn't catch a big "grandpa" fish but we had a good time. In fact, that day felt different. We always enjoy fishing but there was a clarity and lightness to our feelings. At the time, I assumed the striking setting was responsible for the happy vibes: a bright sun and strong winds continually scoured the Manhattan skyline in front of us.

    The next day I found the true reason for our happy day. Right after my parents drove back upstate in the morning, my wife went into the bathroom and took a pregnancy test. It was positive. Shocked, we both could not stop smiling. That was 13 weeks ago. The baby, our first, is due in June.

    Like a pre-echo reaching back in time, could the happy feeling my dad and I had on the pier been caused by the baby? Did we somehow already feel the baby's power before we knew of its existence? You might think it is a silly thought but I keep remembering the Russian guy next to us saying, "You got a baby! Now, time for Grandpa!"

    It's true. I'll get a baby. My dad will become a grandpa.
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