Fatherly Advice or How to Make Sure That They Don't Put Onions on Your Burger
It was crowded at Onie’s, the lakefront hamburger joint. This was a regular stop on our family boat outings on Lake Norman. The lake boasted 525 miles of shoreline full of deep coves to explore. Dad was always Captain. We would seek out glass surfaced coves for skiing or private spots to drop anchor and go for a swim. We would beach the boat on sandy, wooded islands and spend time hanging out with other boating enthusiasts. Mom might pack a picnic, or we would head to Onie’s place. Dad had mastered the skill of smoothly docking the boat. My job, at age ten, was to jump out of the boat onto the dock and grab the handrail on the bow to make sure we stopped in just the right place. Then I would quickly and neatly tie off the boat to the cleat. Boat secured, we headed into the grill pronounced Oh-Nies. Mom secured a table for us. A lake with 525 miles of shoreline and yet only two places you could dock your boat and eat! ...