I Have to Tell You Something

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At Fish Camp, our usual fishing hole was a big, muddy, tree-lined riverbank; if you navigated the mud well, you could wade out into the slow-moving river all the way up to your chest. My grandparents planted permanent roots in Traverse City, Michigan (population 15,559 as of 2022), in 1959, when my grandfather was relocated as part of his service in the US Coast Guard. Dad made sure I was fine to stay where I was alone and said he’d come back to pick me up in a little bit. I’m now wondering when I last went into my spare room – there could be six dead bodies in it by now for all I know! This must-read memoir is a refreshing voice that gives hope to a new generation of political leaders.

The four of us would pile into Dad’s truck and make the seven-hour drive north with a truckload of coolers camping gear, and a bag full of Dad’s homemade beef jerky. It always surprised me when other kids talked about getting money, or an “allowance,” from their parents for no reason. The way they raised us was neither hands-off nor controlling, which allowed me to develop my independence in a genuine way without feeling totally on my own or without good guidance. My mom and dad, Sherri and Terry Glezman, are loving, dedicated people who live for their friends and family; they always made sure their three children’s lives were full of little adventures (and some bigger ones).

I started to learn that our relationship with money depended on how we prioritized it as a family and how quickly or slowly we spent it. The crown jewel of Fish Camp brags came one summer when my dad, a few hundred yards down the river and cussing so loud that the fish probably covered their ears, lost his favorite lure after his line snapped while reeling in a strong fish; about an hour later, I caught an impressive largemouth bass.Just as a small plume of smoke became visible on the horizon, Dad came rushing out of the cabin, grabbed a jug of water and a shovel, jumped onto another ATV, and zipped off into the woods. Chasten’s wit, honesty, and sincerity shine throughout this book, as he tells a story that is both his own yet familiar to so many people across the country. I was really pleased with what this said about my fishing skills, though of course I never would have said that out loud.