When the Professor took a new wife, we were proud of him. She is young. She is definitely beautiful. We were proud of him. But, at a time when his main concern should be an adequate supply of Metamucil and Depends, the Professor begins to think himself invincible. He takes on long-distance biking, endless rounds of golf, and white water rafting, all doubtless of an Olympic class.
Now, he lays motionless on a hospital bed, the result of a surgeon's attempt to ease his pain. Though we did offer to assist him in his time of need, The Bishop and the Parson were going to pray nonstop. Well, actually, they were going to record a couple of prayers and play them over and over, but we had lots of batteries! And I offered to do the surgery, it would be my first, but every surgeon has to start somewhere.
But he declined our pleas. Most likely, when he arises, whenever that is, he will be a couple of inches shorter. No, he won't be in pain, but knowing him, his first effort will be to apply for some Triathlon for midgets. (I told you he would be shorter!!!)
He can't be back where he belongs too soon.
Dan
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