I just got off the phone with Uncle Chic. Same deal as you, K, at about the same age. He's 89 now. He wants me to go to his place soon and catch some sea trout in the brook and pond on his property... first thing in the morning or after his afternoon nap.

I told him I would get there soon... as soon as I bought a barrel of fly dope. He's got salt water marsh skeeters down there. Nastiest skeeters I ever seen.

On the other hand, I visited Dad's (born 5 years before Chic) grave this morn. Lung cancer... 67 years old. Tomorrow will be two years since bro died from lung cancer at 64.

Ya got hope for good health for a while yet bud. And, ya done good so far. Keep the faith eh.