The Fishy Secret of Mrs. Harrow

My 78-year-old neighbor, Mrs. Harrow, lives alone—kind and quiet. A young man started visiting, and I’d hear screaming afterward. Worried, I knocked one day. The door opened, and there was Mrs. Harrow in a yellow raincoat, holding a fishing rod, with the drenched young man behind her, carrying a bucket of fish. “We’re fine!” she said. “This is my grandson, Timmy. We’re training for the Lake Merton Fish-Off!” The screaming? Timmy slipping into a kiddie pool during their fishing practice. Turns out, Mrs. Harrow’s a 30-year fishing champ, passing the torch with some quirky indoor training.