Ice Fishing:
I lost my wife in November of 2020. The following winter was a long cold lonely one. One day my old co-worker and hunting companion called me and said dig out your old ice fishing equipment. I protested that I hadn't been ice fishing in 30 years, didn't like it much when I did, the fish don't fight well and there wasn't any safe ice within 200 miles. Deryl said, "nonsense....dig out the gear and your old ice spud I am going to pick you up tomorrow morning like it or not". So I did.
He picked me up the following morning, and we headed south, not North towards colder weather and safe ice...hmmmmmm. We pulled up to a marina on an inlet of Lake Erie, and sure enough there was no safe ice, just skim ice and a bit of open water way out in the river feeding the lake. The marina had pulled the docks but the concrete pillars and thin connecting boards remained. Laughing, two 70+ year old men spent the morning clamoring over those boards and pilings, laughing, spudding holes in the skim ice and actually caught a few perch and crappies. It was cold and blowing snow sideways. Two crazy old coots ice fishing with no ice.
Its good to have a friend like that, to throw a line to a man sinking in grief and loneliness without ever saying so. I have a whole new appreciation for ice fishing. We make it a point to go a couple of times each winter since. Even when there is safe ice on the water. Still hate the damn cold.