From the Grass Roots

ON the Monday after Memorial Day, I had the opportunity to take a trip on a fishing boat. It was only a short trip, about one-and-a-half hours. Since I have never been to sea, I nearly backed out, because I was afraid of being seasick. It was a God-given opportunity and I shall be grateful as long as I live that I didn't let Old Man Fear stop me as he has a thousand times in the past.