My uncle asked me what I was doing June 4, and while the date sounded vaguely familiar, I couldn't think of anything.And then he asked me if he could count me in to participate in the annual canoe race. Suddenly a lot of reasons I couldn't remember why June 4 might be important to have other things to do started coming to mind.
"When do you have to know by?" I asked.
"Tommorow," he said—laughing.
And so an hour or so later, I am now reigstered to be up early on that first Sunday morning of June to paddle a canoe down the Fox River for, oh, two or so hours.
Yeah; this coming from a nephew whose uncle apparently doesn't realize his front paddler smokes a pack a day.
Oh, this will be something. Forget job hunting ... let me begin making funeral arrangements.
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