Heilman: Hand-me-downs keep connection with past outings
Dad’s tackle box was a marvel. Crankbaits, jigs, spinners, and all manner of glittering, barbed intrigue spilled from every compartment. Every time it opened, it commanded the attention of a kid whose own tackle assortment consisted of hooks and red-and-white plastic bobbers. I can still see, hear, and smell the spectacle of it. One day,… Read More Heilman: Hand-me-downs keep connection with past outings