My grandmother told stories about my grandfather, who died when I was two. He would rise early to fish at his "secret" fishing hole to catch his breakfast. The location of his favorite spot accompanied him to his grave, but I have no need for the knowledge. I live too far away and do not eat fish for breakfast.
Times have changed, since American ate hearty breakfasts. No one goes fishing to catch his or her breakfast. (In his day, men fished, but emancipation has conquered America.) People now eat sweetened cereal or pop tarts, which are not much sweeter. And, little fresh water fish is even available for other meals, thanks to pollution and politicians.
Which brings me to my point...
Today, I enjoyed fresh perch from Lake Como, sitting in a restaurant beside the very water from which my lunch was caught. There might be a spot, but I know of no lake in the United States from which one can have a meal.
I cannot think of a spot on this planet where I would rather be...
Prior to writing novels, the author enjoyed a multifaceted career: from decorated combat aviator to advertising professional to global communications director of a major consumer brand. He has traveled the world and met sports, film and television stars, political leaders, and royalty. He graduated from Middlebury College, is married, lives in Germany, and has two grown children.