The Alabama River glides gently under the historic Edmund Pettus Bridge in Selma, Alabama, as sunset nears.
When I was a kid, my Daddy used to take me fishing under that bridge. We were fishing and golfing pals. He was always eager to take me along as long as I could be still, and more importantly, be quiet. Now that wasn't easy, but I adored him, and I aimed to please.
I remember coming into our large kitchen one day where I found a giant catfish laying on the counter, gasping for breath. Naturally, I filled the kitchen sink with water and eased the catfish's head end into the sink.
Daddy wasn't very happy with me that day.