Wandering Aimlessly The 357 Magnum Fish

by Phil Burkhouse

Mary handed me the phone saying, “It’s your oldest grandson, and he wants to talk with you.”  I said, “Hello Jake,” and tried to decipher a coded message delivered in a high pitched voice with extreme velocity and vibrating with excitement.  I said, “Jake, slow down; I can’t make out what you are saying.”  That was somewhat of a lie because I was certain I could distinguish two words, “huge palomino,” being repeated every three seconds.

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