Fishing with Luis

 

This reminds me of the hours I spent fishing with Luis Martinez, Sally's husband.  He'd drive the two of us down to the pier, Huntington, maybe Hermosa, in his red Alfa Romeo convertible.  And we'd fish through the night because supposedly that was the best time to catch fish.  A couple of times, he bought a bucket of Kentucky Fried Chicken to snack on through the night.  It was fun.  I caught a sand shark one night and that was about it. 

One year, 1983, I went with Luis to visit his former supervisor up in Sacramento.  We drove through the day and got to Sacramento that same evening and essentially found a backlot and slept in the back of his all white Toyota long bed truck.  

This but white. 

The next morning we visited his friend.  From there we drove to Lake Tahoe and to the High Sierras as far as Walker River.  We gambled a little in Tahoe, where I won $300 on the roulette wheel, and that paid for a motel and steak dinners.  One of the luckiest times ever at any casino.  Perhaps because of Luis's graceful presence.