We started camping when I was five. Dad was in his element and couldn'twait to teach me how to fish. He taught me how to read a stream andwhere the fi...h lived, how to catch the fish and how to clean them. Momtaught both Dad and me the best way to cook the trout we caught. Thesewere some of the best years of my life.As the years passed the frequency of my mother's ritual decreased. WhenI was three we would do it almost everyday. By the time I was seven itwas maybe twice a week and at ten twice a. I lost my car after I missed one payment. This meant I could not even move to another city where I might be able to obtain employment.The good looking young women, and some of the not so good looking got all the fast food jobs around and us guys got what was left which were slim pickings, indeed. I put in applications and handed out resumes like they were welfare checks in California.Unemployment doesn't really pay enough to live on, so when I found out about a job as a landscape technician at. I was mad at her for being so stupid. It wasn't only her life that was being disrupted, but mine too. We were at a truck stop in Lordsburg, New Mexico, when she started in again. I took a sip of my coffee, and lay some money on the table for the bill. I stood, reached in my coat pocket for the keys, and then lay it on the line for her."Look, Annie, I am not going to keep going over the same things. You made a big mess for both of us. I'm trying to make things better. You apparently don't want. Doug would not be home for another hour or so. She walked into the kitchen and saw Ali coming from the other direction."Want some dinner?" she asked her young daughter."I'm starved." Ali exclaimed.Janet smiled and the two of them started getting food out of the refrigerator to prepare for the evening meal. They enjoyed doing a lot of things together and cooking was one of them. Together they made a pretty good team in the kitchen. Ali put it in the oven and started back to her room when her.