The year was 1967 - by poppop

The year was 1967; the location was High Point, NC. A skinny 13 year old boy who 40 some years later is known as Pop Pop, was getting ready for school. His mom finally heads out the door going to work after telling him not to ruin that brand new pair of blue jeans he was wearing.
Just like clockwork at 7:00 am I hear that familiar beep-beep of the horn on that old blue Volkswagen Beetle my uncle drove outside in the driveway. Now, my uncle was a family man who just couldn’t always get to work because he liked to fish too much. I grab my dollar my mom left me for lunch and headed out the door, because I knew I was laying out of school and going fishing.
Now, this ain’t the first time I have laid out of school to go fishing with my uncle, who was the only one who ever had time to take me fishing, so we had a routine. I jumped in and asked, “Where are we going today?” He said, “Let’s go to Ramey Creek and catch some brook trout.”