One winter, Ag and I had gone to Florida and were staying in Sebastian when we got a call from our son's in-laws who were staying in Key West. Frank and Pauline Michaels, Jim's wife's folks, had rented a small house and there was an extra room that they didn't need, and we could have it for a week.

Frank's brother Stanley owned Sloppy Joe's, a famous bar and eating place at the time. Anyone who went to Key West wanted to be able to report that they had visited Sloppy Joe's. Stan had a collection of photos of famous people, and one of these showed Stan shaking hands with President Harry Truman. I asked how he had managed that and he said the President used to take a walk right by his place every morning.

So, Stan got one of his friends to be ready with his camera and next morning when the President's party came by, Stan let one bodyguard pass and then with hand outstretched, he said, "Good Morning, Mr. President." Mr. Truman, a real friendly man, shook hands and Stan's friend snapped the picture.

One day Frank asked me if I'd like to go deep sea fishing, as one of Stan's friends had a boat and took parties out. I told him how pleased I'd be to get a chance to go. So next day, Frank, Stan, and Bert, a brother-in-law of theirs who worked for IBM at the Cape, and I met at Mr. Baker's dock. Mr. Baker, who owned the boat had a helper to bait the hooks and take care of the fish if we caught any.

We started out going south. Soon the helper put out a brightly painted plug on a short line called a teaser. Then he baited each of our hooks with a fair sized fish which had been bought frozen. He warmed and flexed these some before he put them on the hooks.

The four of us were lined up across the stern of the boat which was traveling quite fast so that the baits skipped along on top of the water. We had trolled like this for quite some time and it got to be pretty hot there in the sun so the other three went forward to be under the shelter of the wheelhouse and drink some beer. The mate and I stayed out and watched the baits.

All at once a sail showed up right beside my bait. With his long bill he snipped my bait off right behind the hook and then proceeded to do the same with the next two. But he must have misfigured on the last bait which was Franks for he got hooked. Mr. Baker had slowed the boat down some and he told Frank to sit where he could brace his feet some if he had to. With the butt of the rod in a socket on the chair he had Frank raise the rod with a steady pull and then wind in on the reel as he lowered the rod. The fish was quite a ways behind us by then and he started putting on a show, jumping out of the water and then walking on his tail.

By the time Frank got him to the boat, they were both pretty well tired out. Mr. Baker and the mate got a big net under him and got him on deck. He was 54 inches long and weighed 42 pounds. Mr. Baker had the fish cured and smoked for Frank, much to our Jim's displeasure for he thought Frank should have had the big fish mounted. But there are lots of people, especially women, who don't like to have dead fish or animals, either, staring at them every time they pass by. As it turned out, Frank saw to it that all the family got some of the smoked fish. I think that I got almost as much excitement out of the day as Frank did.