toward my car.
"These damn knees though, really put an end to my fishin'. I guess the doctored ones are better than nothin', but you just can't trust 'um. I can't take too many falls any more. Then I had trouble startin' my water. And the doctor heard that one wrong too I guess. I only had trouble starting my water, see,
not makin' it. I had plenty of that, for sure. But the problem was just startin' it. But when I went to see the doctor I had just gone to the toilet, and he said to make him some more for a specimen, and I couldn't, so you know, they reamed me out, my prostate!! He's a nice man and all, I knew his father, a doctor back from the V.A., but he did this here surgery on me and now, for the last year and a half, I haven't had one single god-damned erection!"
"That'd be worse than not being able to fish," I humored him.
"ARE YOU ASKING ME OR TELLING ME?". He was suddenly flushed and animated. My wife and I, you know, we been married sixty years, good years, and we've always been close, you know, and right up to the surgery, hell, once every week or so, we'd be close and everything'd be fine. But now...". He almost spat on the ground. "For a year and a half. And I don't know what to do, you know, nothin' I can do now but maybe sue. I mean, if somebody does somethin' that comes between your marriage, then,
by god, that's not right! I been talking to people and some of them say I should sue and others just laugh and say its my diabetes or like, 'what the hell, your 85', but, I mean, that's not right, whatever the age."
"My wife, it's hard on her more. She misses it, being close. I mean, I've had sixty good years, an', hell, I could do without. But, you know, there's times when you might just want to hold and be close, hug and stuff, but we can't now, 'cause my wife's still, what do you call it, virile, and the hugging and stuff
excites her, arouses her, and then she gets frustrated. So now we can't even touch. It's just not right, you know what I mean.......?"
I promised Shorty that I would put something in the our club newsletter about his fly collection, that there might be someone out there interested in some "sure enough proven" stomach content imitations. If you're interested, then call me for his number. If you do go over there, take a map 'cause I would like to pin him down more about the location of "Deep Creek". There are probably a couple of other things I would like you to ask him, too, come to think of it.
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