This is my dad, Richard Perlin. Dad was born in 1918 in Rochester, NY. From the time he was just a boy he loved to fish. That love continued throughout his life. Whenever he had a free hour or two you could always find him standing in a trout stream somewhere. He always used to say that he could worship God just as well standing in a stream than anyone else could in sitting in church. He taught me to fish but I never really liked it very much. It did give me a chance to spend time with him though so I pretended to like it.
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