from inside The Sane Asylum...
Making peace with myself and getting along with it all...
Thursday, August 13, 2015
From The Road-The Fisherman
As I approached, he looked up and with a smile, said
"The weather is here, wish you were beautiful."
He was from up north but moved here years ago. Said his
fishing got in the way of working,so he gave up working.
I told him the fisherman down the way said he had hooked an eight foot shark, but it got away.
He quipped, "Nothing grows faster than when a fish is hooked till the time
it gets away." "You know," he said, "fishing for me has never been about the fish,
so I spend most of my time fishing, the rest I just waste." He asked me if I knew the secret
to getting your wife to let you go fishing every day. I told him I was always interested in secrets.
"Well, set your alarm for 4:30 am and nudge your wife and ask, fishing or sex. Said his wife would roll over
and remind him to lock the door on his way out." As I bid him farewell, I wished him luck. He said, "As
Hemingway once wrote...Its better to be lucky, but I had rather be exact. Then when luck happens you are ready for it."
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