The Red Brick Store

By Bryce Peterson
I was nine years old when I became a hardened sinner. Grandpa wanted to teach me to fly fish, so we planned a weekend trip—just the two of us. I loved him, of course, but this particular grandparent was more intimidating than the meanest old-lady-substitute-Primary-teacher.
We rode up in Grandpa’s ancient diesel VW Vanagon—a [...]

March 17th, 2009 | Tags: coffee, confession, fishing, grandparent, humor, sacrament | Category: Sunstone | Comments (8)