I'm A Father!

While watching TV, my fish tank, I discovered small fry!



Spotted 1, then 2, 3, 4, wow. They're about 3mm long, have all the fin fittings, are twitchy and have eyes with growing room, like sneakers on a 12 year old.

A few brave ones swim to the surface for dinner, after the big fish are full. There are at least 8 in the tank and if they all live, I'll have a dilemma. Give them away or prepare the Greek dish Psarolia. The recipe calls for 15, so there you go, free fish.

Recalling childhood years, I caught myself mumbling, "Come on small fry, is that all you got?"

Shot In The Arse

My truck has two gas tanks, because I'm an American I suppose. Regardless, my engine was not getting any and sat for a month while I tried to fix it. After admitting I was getting nowhere, Gene suggested his favorite mechanic, Mike.

As you know, good mechanics are like secret fishing holes. Don't fish? Me neither, so substitute good breakfast joint. Anyway, they're hard to find and once the secret is out, it's over.

Mike was puzzled like me, but he cracked it. The ex-military man discovered a bullet hole in the rear tank, through which water had collected. Bullet hole? This was my mom's truck!

We're having breakfast together soon, at a poor fishing hole and I will press for answers...