I am in the parking lot of Hovey park that includes a pond, in Glens Falls, NY. A young boy, about six, is with an older man who appears to be his grandfather. They are loading fishing rods into the back of a white Chevy pickup.
“It wasn’t a very good day of fishing, was it Poppy,” the boy says.
“No. No it wasn’t,” Poppy replies.
“It’s okay, Poppy, don’t worry,” the boy says: “we can come back another day.”