By Kenneth Robinson
Managing Editor
Dad would barrel through the hall and bark at us to wake up and get ready. The oddity of dressing and leaving the house before daylight was a curious feeling. But we were going fishing!
Eventually, there were five boys. But the first outings on Opening Day were for the first three brothers in the clan. Our destination was Lake Fenwick, near Kent. The year was 1952. The Kent Valley was a vast, fertile area where the Green River flooded annually until the Army Corps of Engineers built dikes to contain it. And to allow development that gave us a vast field of concrete structures, roads and houses. But back then, the lake was a big dark mysterious pool surrounded by trees.
At the north end, there was a shack where small boats could be rented. Motors were not allowed on the lake. Oars moved the boats through the dark waters.