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Dr. Happy Felix real/unreal interviews will continue here until the universe stops expanding.

The Reality/Unreality interview is with:

Karl Korral: Karl (Not real name for legal stuff). To note the recording does have the real name but for publishing purposes.

Karl: I was thinking about nothing sitting on the grassy field on the Reality/Unreality grounds. This kid with a tape recorder asked me to say a few things. So speaking into that whatever recording thing. I remembered going fishing with my Grandfather. Actually it was my first time experiencing any kind of fishing and the first time my Grandfather wanted to take me fishing. I was about 8 years old. My father did not fish and my Grandfather wanted me to learn. I was so excited. We were to get on the road to fish at 4 AM. I went to bed a hour early and did not sleep at all. I was going to be ready. For what I had no idea but my Grandfather always talked about fishing and I was caught in that net.

My Grandfather. 80 years old at the time and it was in the early 1960’s. He had a push button car he painted himself. The car was a Henry J. He bought it new when it first came out so I have no clue what year he bought it. All I know it was his first “new” car. It had no back seat. What happened to it ??????? The entire back of the car was filled with fishing poles, and other types of hunting and fishing stuff. It smelled like dead fish. Lot of dead fish. It was wonderful.

4:30 we are packed and ready to go. My mother insisted we have breakfast first. She was up because she had 2 brothers and her father, unlike mine, were hunters and fisherman. One brother was a game warden. The other brother of hers owned a flower growing business, sort of. It had something to do with flowers. Her father and mother were Irish Immigrants before she was born. Unfortunately they died before I was born. My mother told me later they had bad hearts. There were not mean. Their hearts just were not strong enough to get them into their 60’s. My mother made to to her 60s but not much further herself. Leaving me with a Fathers Grandfather. Anyway.

We are in this Henry J. Driving to the lake, first we had to stop for bait and visit his lady friend that owned a bait shop. Her husband had died leaving her with all the bait. On the way we were stopped by a policeman. He got out of the car and wanted to know why my Grandfather was driving in a brown hand painted Henry J. on the side of the road going about 10 miles per hour. Since I had no idea about speed limits and such. I was just enjoying the whole experience. Until.

The officer begins to ask me questions. Like: What is this man saying? What language is he speaking? Where are you going? Why is he driving on the shoulder of the road going 10 miles per hour?

I answer I don’t know what he is saying. He is my Grandfather and talks like that most of the time. My mom says it is a Polish thing and I don’t speak Polish but it’s ok with me. We are going fishing. (I pointed to the back and the fishing poles and other outdoor fish catching tools). How did I know we going fishing if I did not speak Polish? My dad and mother told me he wanted to take me fishing. I have no idea about road shoulders or why he was speeding? The frustrated policeman informed me he was not speeding but going too slow. I asked the officer if he speeds up will he get a ticket?

The police guy just kept mumbling going fishing, Polish, under the speed limit. Finally realizing the importance of the fishing trip he wished us good luck. I think he said his shift was almost over or something like that also.

So. Off we went. The sun was down when we left and the sun came up just as we got to the lake. We had a great time and I got to go fishing with him a lot more times and we met a lot more policeman and caught a lot of fish most of the time.

Session One

Chapter Fishing for words.

Recorded for Dr. Happy Felix by Chester the Recording Sociate.