When I was around 14 and my brother Lyman around 11, our mother took us on a trip from California to New York state where her mother and many other family members still lived. We went to the family home in upstate New York in the town of Lyons Falls. My cousin Merriam was five years older than I. One night he asked me if I’d like to go fishing with him early in the morning and I said yes. So around 6 o’clock he threw a little pebble on my window and I ran down to meet him to go fishing. Many years later my brother, laughing, told me that he saw us leaving and was furious that he had not been included.