Wednesday, November 20, 2019
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Dear Uncle Augie,
I remember the warm welcome you and my dad gave me picking me up at the Tampa airport. My first trip to Hudson, Fla. You and my dad were like a couple teenagers hanging out. We even looked at boats on the way to my new neighborhood. So exciting. One of my most vivid memories is taking you, Aunt Anne, my mom and dad to Anclote Island for a day trip. As I went to anchor the boat by jumping in water close to shore I soon heard a splash, and then a fin. As jaws music played in my head I struggled to shore letting the boat drift away. “F’n Shark” I yelled when my dad asked what’s the matter? Also my dad and I followed you on your boat with our boat to a fishing spot. My first true fishing trip in Florida! We anchored up in a deep channel just off Anclote Island. I proceeded to catch sea trout after sea trout with every drop. 12 in a row. Wow! Little did I know this wasn’t the norm, but at the time magic!
Fran, Santina, and I have warm and heartfelt feelings when we think of your dad and mom. I hope your warm memories will soften the sorry from losing your dad.
With deepest sympathies Billy, Fran and Santina
