The Bobber: A Life of Crime Diverted


It was a great fishing hole only a few blocks from our house in a suburb of Cincinnati.   My dad was transferred by Ford from Detroit and we were all still getting used to having so much nature around.  Crayfish and creeks were scarce in Detroit, but “craw-dads” were numerous in the “cricks” just down the street.


There was a reservoir and a public park that offered a ledge where we took our gear … Read More…