Too Fat to Fly

Two years ago when Trixie and I were in the beginning throes of our harmonious adventure, we took an ATV ride up to a high mountain meadow.

On this particular trip we were alone and for once Ol' Dutch could sneak a kiss out of sight of her ever-present-mother who thought her 47-year-old daughter still too young to date.

Driving into the meadow we saw an eagle on the ground and were able to drive within 5 feet of it. Now Trixie is the sort that rescues poor animals in distress and some people would say that's how she ended up with Ol' Dutch. But that’s a story for another day.

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Growing Old Not So Gracefully

Ol' Dutch is soon to have another birthday and even though you all will want to shower me with gifts and cards containing money, my contract with America prohibits such a show of love and respect.

 

The problem with accepting gifts is that one thing leads to another and the next thing you know someone wants a favor such as the directions to my secret fishing hole or my good luck shirt complete with stains, tears and odors.

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