We have to counter the Disney message in Finding Nemo : “Fish are friends, not food.” ONE OF THE highlights of summer here in Birmingham, Ala., is “Gran Camp,” an intense, exhausting and exhilarating week during which my granddaughters come to visit.
My wife, Linda, is the daylight-to-dark camp counselor, cook, servant, activities director and tour guide. I show up for the fun stuff.
This year, I invited each of the girls, ages 3 and 6, to go on a “date.” I offered to take them — one at a time — to dinner, or a movie, or a playground, or an ice cream shop.
Neither hesitated in answering. “I want to go fishing!” each girl said. No, I could not have been more proud.
“Fishing is…
