IT BEGAN ON A WEDNESDAY
It was a small shop in Lacey Washington called the Fly Fisher. Having driven past it a hundred times over the past 6 months impulse finally got the best of me on a spring day in 1989 as I pulled into the small shopping plaza and parked in front. It was a fairly non-descript shop. A basic storefront with a small logo above the door, small enough that you could easily drive past and never know a fly shop existed there. One of those places nobody knows about unless you fly fish.