Thanksgiving 2012

[H2O Man]

43. You are welcome here!

My children assure me that I am the oldest living creature on earth, and suggest that National Geographic might want to run a story on just how old some of my thinking is. I'm not entirely sure they mean that as a compliment.

Years ago, I was in an ugly auto wreck -- the victim of a fellow chatting on a cell phone. Crushed back, etc. Much surgery and two years of PT later, I was up and walking on unsteady feet. There were times it was frustrating.

One of my doctors told me a story -- kind of crude, but I'll repeat it here: There were two bulls on a hill, overlooking a pasture filled with beautiful cows. The young bull said, "Hey! Let's run down there and f__k one of them cows!" The old bull said, "Let's walk down, and f__k them all!"

Now, either you or I could carry those rocks in. But that wouldn't be fair to the younger guys. My son, for example, is an amateur heavyweight boxer, preparing to turn pro in the spring. He needs the exercise. More, he'll benefit from doing ceremony with two old bulls.

(Let me know, any time, if you can come here.)