One spring day, Dad said he had a job for me. “I’d like you to go to Burt Young’s store to ask if he has any fish hooks for jigging. If he doesn’t, go to F. E. Sherman’s store to ask there. If they don’t, go down to West Street and ask at the Ship Chandler store. That place is next to the hotel, as I remember it. If they say ‘No,’ too, come on home, tell me and I’ll melt some lead and make some. I have the old mold that your grandfather used, long ago.”