Happy Birthday today to my Trout! He is spending the day golfing at Disney with some of his good friends and then tonight out to dinner with friends. It is a good day!
In 1992, I gave The Trout a most fitting birthday present. I contacted my old college friend, Judy Johannesen, who had and still has a tremendous gift of producing beautiful calligraphy. I gave her one of the Trout's favorite poems by Robert Traver, and she produced a most beautiful keepsake. We then asked an artist friend of ours, Dave Constantine, to pen and ink a trout on the bottom of the calligraphy. This is the result and it has hung proudly for all these years.
I hope you will click on the picture to enlarge and read this poem. It really explains my husband a lot.
After posting this, I decided to add another paragraph. The poem states that the fisherman is thankful that there are no telephones on trout streams. And so it always was until...in 1999, The Trout slipped on mossy rocks and had to walk one mile back to the car on a broken ankle that later needed surgery. He takes a cell phone now, only if he will be far away from the car.
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