There are times when an e-mail and picture make my day. This morning is a time…a smile to the ears and a nod of the heart.
Backstory…almost 20 years ago I wanted to fish the Wilson River for steelhead. My regular guide, Jon Winter, was ailing. I stopped into a fishing store that advertised “Hire Fishing Guides.” Never heard of the guy, someone named Chris Vertopoulos. He made it on time [not all guides do, but short of a mishap I do since I am prideful of never turning in a paper late!] We had a great time, hit it off just fine. That started our fishing together. Try to get to Portland to fish with him more than occasionally.
Then. I saw again the film, “Zorba The Greek.” One of my favorites because Zorba is my hero…a true free spirit who danced in a coffin. He soared in spirit and reached out to help others. And then it hit me, Chris was a similar spirit, although we can leave out the coffin bit. So, he became Zorba. And because he appreciates my own journey, I am Padre.
This morning, and I want to share, Zorba and Heather are visiting Zorba’s family in Greece. They’re having a great time. I asked him to wave to his namesake, as he might appear spiritually. This note and picture capture it. Go, Zorba! In August he and I will bring Brian with us to battle the Fall Chinook Salmon on the Columbia out of Astoria. We will both help Brian, verbally mind you, when the fish is on and he wants it to come to the net, to “LIFT UP…REEL DOWN!” The best mantra to all fisher folk who want their fishing to shift to catching is put this way, “Tight Lines and Singing Reels.”
Ah, Monday has begun just right. Note he is now self-acclaimed Zorba II, in honor of Zorba I
Greetings from Mykonos, Greece.
Heather insisted I pose for a pic in front of this building.
Cheers, Zorba II