
My grandfather used to love to tell this story.Grandpa was a Texan. In his retirement years, he belonged to a fishing club in rural east Texas, about two hours from his home in Dallas. The clubhouse was set up so that members and their guests could stay overnight, eat their meals in a big country dining room and keep their fishing boats and fishing equipment on the premises.On the evening of March 31, 1968, Grandpa was at the fishing club. I don't...