on bending time
and fish so big - never bullshit a bullshitter
And then, the fish I had on my line was so big, it didn’t bend the road. It bent time!
Ah dear reader, the fish that men catch are much like the snakes in their trousers.
They tend to get bigger the more they are spoke about.
Over time, it’s difficult to know the clear boarders between myth and reality.
Farley Mowat said it best: Never let the truth get in the way of a good story.
In this story, a young Jimmy Dalling used to answer the phone at the taxi stand on Wyse Road in the evenings.
No, I didn’t grow up at a taxi stand. The Jimmy in this story is my father. It was the 1950’s and my grandfather was Bob. If you’ve lived in Dartmouth for any amount of time you’ve seen his name around town. Though he died back in the 70’s his name lives on on the dome light on top of taxis.
Bob’s taxi has been a Dartmouth institution since he got off the Maggie at the end of World War Two.
Though Bob’s is over seventy five years old, it hasn’t been in the family since the late fifties. The date is still u…
