...has never posted, is in St. Joseph hospital in St Paul.
Since our "Awesome Adventure", he was admited to the emergency room with pnemonia in both lungs and ended up staying in Dallas a few days longer than expected. Then when he was seen by his regular DR. they found a heart valve that wasn't doing what it should and an artery that was full of catfish slime...(I warned him about this!).
He's going in for surgery tomorrow, Monday.
We're thinking about you Ron.
Ron's the ugly guy on the right.
PS Ron, your wife told me your boat was in the front yard with a "give away" sign on it. Don't worry, I picked it up and it's waiting for you in my garage.
Stopped in to St Joe's tonight to see the ol' boy.
He's had a few complications, so the surgery was postponed until tomorrow at 7 am. He still has his great sense of humor.
About ten years ago Ron had a poem published. He asked me to post it here.
Fishing is... by Ronald Robinson
A quiet day to ponder your thoughts, A time to share with a friend, A time to answer a challenge, Or a time not to care.
As a boy it is a special time with Dad, A time to learn not ust fishing, But to learn of things that only fishing time brings.
As a young man it is sharing time with friends, Of learning of techniques and also of oneself. It is a time to develop lasting relationships Not only with people but also with nature.
As a mature person fishing becomes the time of the teacher. Of fishing and living with purpose. To understand not only the cycle of the fish But also how this cycle is so closely related to life.
Fishing is not just a sport or hobby It is a frame of mind, a mirror to life, and a flowing optimism. In life there is fishing, and fishing is a part of life. And life is qite good when one goes fishing.