I was seven.And it was a cold, yet sunny spring morning in 1963 when my father, "Jake" my sister Kris and I drove out to the barn where our Lightning was stored over the winter.She was number 2225, one of the earlier wood Lightning’s that found more time upside down getting her belly sanded than she did on the water.Her name was “Islander”.
My dad “Jake” grew up on a farm in Steven’s Point, Wisconsin. He was well-versed in country things and always seemed to have a home remedy for ev...
I was seven. And it was a cold, yet sunny spring morning in 1963 when my father, "Jake" my sister Kris and I drove out to the barn where our Lightning was stored over the winter. She was number 2225, one of the earlier wood Lightning’s that found more time upside down getting her belly sanded than she did on the water. Her name was “Islander”.
