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| yea sure! |
The other day I was on the phone with a lovely lady that
happens to be the secretary to the CEO of AHRC Suffolk, an organization that
does God’s work. The lady is named Lynn, and she greets me with a warm smile
that could light up the darkest of places on a rainy wintry afternoon. I needed
to discuss business with her and as I did we somehow got on the subject of the
fish my fellow board member Ken allegedly says he caught, with a bogus picture
of him holding it. We all know that the fish went back to the pawnshop and he
got his money back. To quote Mr. Walker:
“I caught this 35lb. striped bass
aboard the Black Rock out of Orient Point last Wednesday. Our neighbor Fred
barbecued the filets when I got home. Delish! Even took a bass sandwich to the
office on Thursday.”
We know the fish was a hollow
papier-mâché that was pawned and that Mr. Walker stopped by the deli in the
morning on Thursday for his sandwich, the usual sardine on whole wheat, but
who’s complaining. Yes his neighbor Fred, a very giving man did barbecue on
that Thursday, and Ken had a nice hot dog on whole wheat! But this blogue isn’t
about Mr. Walker again.
Lynn started to relate to me how last
Father’s Day. Her husband, (a real fisherman, not like someone I know) took
Lynn on a boat and they went fishing. The gentleman that he is, her husband
gave Lynn the spot he stands at, his best rod and although he didn’t catch
anything, Lynn did! In fact people remarked at her ability to catch so many
REAL fish! She then went on to relate how when she was dating, one of her dates
was fishing. She caught a fish, and could feel it on the end of her line, and
this only speeded up the proposal that was sure to come. Since then she never
took up the sport again!
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| I call it 'Finished Day' |
This reminded me of my days as a
young lover and man about town, dating TLW (The Little Woman), and an incident
that happened before we were married. I was fresh off the 1969 World Series, a
big Mets fan and wanted to marry a Mets fan also. TLW wasn’t a fan of baseball:
football; hockey or basketball, despised boxing and the only real sport she was
interested in was shopping. Back in the early 70’s, the International Olympic
Committee recognized shopping as a sport, and TLW poured a lot of money into
her equipment, even before we dated.
Well I started to teach her the name
of the players, and to help her along I gave them clues that rhymed with their
last named for her to remember them by. For instance, there was the third
baseman named Wayne Garrett, a red headed good looking kid I called “Carrot
Garrett”. By the night before our wedding, she knew all the players, batting
averages and hometowns of all the New York Mets, I was a very happy man as she
strolled down the aisle with her father! I could say: Boy, that Garrett sure
has a good lateral movement to his right!” and she would say, Yup, ole Carrot
Garrett can really pick the old apple.
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| Carrot Garrett |
And so after the wedding as we flew
off to our honeymoon, and settled into our daily routine once we returned, I asked
her: Do you know how Carrot Top did? Her answer: WHO?
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