Tribute to my friend Kevin, Part 2: The Mythical Confluence
My first fishing adventure with Kevin was about 3 years ago in October 2008. We happened to both be at a mission reunion for Fall LDS General Conference. I was shocked to see him there since I knew he was living in San Clemente, CA. It was so great catching up with him. As were about to part ways, he said, “this may sound crazy, but do you want to come fishing with me and Andrew tomorrow?” I was about to say that I needed to work, when thankfully my wife Crystal told me to go and convinced me I could figure what to do about that. When I told him I would go he said, “Ok, meet us in Evanston, Wyoming at 3AM.” Only Kevin would think that was a good idea. I have fished for a long time and know that most fish like an hour or two after sunrise to wake up, but I agreed just the same.
I showed up in Evanston at particular gas station at the appointed hour. I walked into the gas station to find Kevin in one of his famous conversations with a complete stranger where they sounded like old friends as he calls them by name (which is gleaned from their name tag or simply asking). When he is in that mode you can’t quite tell if he is hassling them or just really enjoying connecting with another person. You soon learn it is mostly the latter, although I still think there is an element of hassle in there. These conversations can happen anywhere at anytime.
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