We were saying goodbye to Fr. Clement Jarnot at St. Francis of Assisi church, across the street from St. Francis High School.
Fr. Romulus, stationed at Fr. Baker Basilica in Lackawanna was there and, knowing that somewhere in his genetic makeup,
fishing was a part of his life.... "Let's go fishin'", I said. "OK," he said, "let me check and I'll get back to you." Friday was ok
and so we met at the foot of Ferry Street, just about were Rich got rich and not far from the Peace Bridge at the mouth of Lake Erie.
Quite a number of the elderly of all races and ethnic backgrounds were there with their fondest hopes that something would be caught.
But not much was happening. One retired gent offered a yellow perch he had caught. And so it went through noon. Finally,
Romulus said, " Well, I think I've had it; let's go out onto the walk past the Peace Bridge to the Mouth of Lake Erie." We went.
Quite a walk. After attempting here and there, there was a shout from Romulus who was well up into the walk. I grabbed my pole
and gear and hurried up to see what the excitement was about. Romulus had just reeled "IT" in after a careful and valiant effort.
