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A tying expert branches out

[October 10, 2009]  ^"Isn't that a beautiful picture," Marvin Pincus said. His wife, Marjorie, stirred her coffee and agreed. Outside their home, there went Randall Jones and Katie Burchell, walking by hand in hand and looking adoringly at each other.

"What I did for Randy," Marvin said, "I think I should do for others. What do you think, Hon?"

Marjorie nodded. Marjorie had been nodding for nearly 50 years now.

What Marvin had done for Randy amounted to tying two fishing flies while Randy sat there trying to figure out why Mr. Pincus had sent for him and listening to Marvin tell him that good fish were attracted to plain, honest flies and not flashy stuff. This was to turn Randy's head away from the fabulously shallow (but slightly gorgeous) Marcia Fleming.

The lesson must've taken, because the next thing you knew, Randy and Katie were a town item.

Marvin didn't know it was Katie being what old people would call "forward" that turned the tide, and he thought he might have something to contribute in fly-tying therapy.

"I thought we could use my den, Dear. Would that be all right with you?"

Marjorie looked up. "Use your den for what, Sweetie?"

"My counseling service. You know, I have the fly-tying bench already set up there, and maybe we could just get a more comfortable chair for the patient to sit in while we talk."

"But you don't have the education..."

"Hey... school of hard knocks, a successful marriage and 60 years of tying flies. Sounds like a good education to me. Let's go shopping for a chair this afternoon, OK?"

Marjorie smiled at the husband she had who would never really get old.

"Sure. Why not? I think something green would be nice."

"And it has to be comfortable, too," he said, grinning.

[Text from file received from Slim Randles]

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