John William Moody
Everybody has a few seminal moments in life that shape who they are and how they understand the world in which we all live. I am proud to share one of my experiences in which Uncle Jay played a central role. It happened during one our annual visits to Uncle Jay and Aunt Barbara's home in Tampa. I was probably 10 years old, weighed 100 pounds soaking wet, and having three sisters;knew very little about hanging out with the guys. One night, after a long day of swimming, Uncle Jay decided I was old enough to go on his weekly night time fishing trip. I wasn't much of a fisherman and thought it would pretty exciting to do learn about what can be caught at night. Uncle Jay, his close friend (I think Norm), my Dad, and me made our way out at nightfall. Uncle Jay showed me to the dock, ordered me into the boat, showed me where to sit, how to steer, and pointed out a few stars in a clear Florida sky. About 30 minutes passed and we only went a few miles into the bay. Uncle Jay dropped anchor and I was ready for the fishing. However, I noticed we did not have any fishing rods, nets, bait, or anything else one would use to catch fish. Rather, fishing at night with Uncle Jay meant a couple of cold chicken sandwiches, a cooler of Coors (old school yellow cans) and the company of some solid men who knew how to tell a story, laugh, and enjoy the company they keep. That night I got see how Uncle Jay, my Dad, and Norm shared a brotherhood that is created when guys get together. The bonding isn't really talked about as much as experienced. I remember that night because I got to see Uncle Jay and my Dad joke with each other and share a camaraderie that represents their brotherhood and friendship. Its the kind of relationship I hold with my closest friends. And although I don't have any brothers, and I probably drink more craft beers than Coors, I love a good chicken sandwich and the experience of championing a win in a football game against cousin Jimmy. Thanks Uncle Jay and God Bless the Moody's.