A Fish Story
Back in 1977 when my beloved late wife Ellen and I were living in New Orleans my visiting uncle stayed at our house for the weekend after a long spell of fishing for tuna off the California coast. A deep sea fisherman his entire life, he was tired that day, but not so tired that he couldn't tell an interesting story. Since I'll soon be older than dirt, I decided to share this tale rather than taking it to the grave with me. So, without further preamble, here we go... "Twenty some year ago, when I was 28," my uncle said that long ago weekend, "I was working off the California coast on a tuna boat. We lucked into a fabulous school of fish, and we were hauling them in as fast as we could move. I'd gotten married a week before and was wearing a heavy gold wedding ring my new wife purchased for me. Unfortunately, I hadn't yet had time to get the jeweler to resize the ring, which was too big for my finger. Downright loose, in fact." My uncle sighed before