As I exited Interstate 694 at Rice Street, on the north side of Saint Paul, Minnesota, I was more excited than I had been in many years. I suppose that was childish but it was the first time I had taken a prize for anything. I had never won an award at school for either scholastic or sporting achievement, in the first case because of laziness and in the second because I was, and still am, uncoordinated. Furthermore, the hundreds of dollars spent on raffle tickets and lotteries over the years had never yielded a return. Completing, with diligence, competition entry coupons on the backs of cereal packages had proved a  complete waste of time because the manufacturers had ignored me. Now, however, I had hit the jackpot and could not wait to see Carol's face when I broke the news. I could imagine best line for bass fishing what she would say.

"Heavens Russ, don't tell me you're getting rid of that crappy old boat at last and replacing it with something that isn't a total embarrassment. I may let you talk me into sitting in the new one for a cruise around the lake."

I hoped she had arrived home from Duluth where she had been staying with her mother for a few days. She was not expecting me home until late, but for sure I would receive a warm reception when I told her of my good fortune.

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