Keith was my favorite and most loyal fishing buddy, mostly because he never judged. He paid no mind to a bad mend, a snag on the back cast, or an unnatural drift. He just loved observing quietly from the water’s edge.
Keith recently drove with me to Colorado, riding in the back as he usually did. On all of our previous trips he occasionally crawled up to shotgun but he mostly liked to stay in the back or the way back. He would sit quietly and stare out the window as the world went by, morphing from the hardscrabble, brown-dried Sonoran desert to the Rocky Mountains where our destination lay. Or he would stretch out across the bench seat to sleep or sometimes just curl up on the floorboards. On this particular trip—a long, tiring fifteen-hour drive—Keith lay particularly still.
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