He found it hard to believe that, out of all the people in the
valley, none of them needed love advice and the proper type of
fishing fly to illustrate it. He had the sign made and put in the
yard, and he’d obviously had great results with the Jones kid and
good ol’ Dewey. Since Marvin’s advice to Dewey to shower before
asking a girl for a date, Dewey Decker, the Fertilizer King, had met
Emily Stickles, the love of his life.
Now the fishing-fly earrings part of the business was going great.
Women all over town were wearing dingle-dangle earrings with
Marvin’s point-clipped fishing flies hanging therefrom. He learned
that short ladies tended to go for the smaller dries, like
Griffith’s Gnats and Royal Coachmen, and the taller ladies leaned
toward salmon streamers. For the “simple black dress” that women
seem to need, Marvin discovered a pure black stonefly nymph tied on
a number 6 to be just the right touch. Some of the ladies slipped
Marvin’s wife, Marjorie, a couple of bucks to help buy more feathers
But on the love advice front, there was a dearth of heartbroken
“What would you think,” Marvin said, “if I ran an ad in the Valley
“For what?” Marjorie said at breakfast.
“You know … love advice.”
“Well, you have the sign out front. I think everyone in the valley
already knows about it.”
“But they’re not coming in.”
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Marjorie smiled. “Honey, some people find it
hard to talk to others about their personal problems. That’s
Marvin got a piece of paper and began writing. Then he’d scratch it
out and start again. This went on through both bacon and toast.
“How’s it coming, Honey?”
“About got it right, I think, Marge.”
“May I see it?”
He handed it to her.
The best love advice in the valley, tied up with the appropriate
fishing fly. Call the Fly Tying Love Center for an appointment.
“What do you think?”
Marjorie just smiled and nodded her head. What she thought, however,
was that retirement isn’t for sissies.
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