..... I have to get a new pair of G3s. Yes, after more than 450 hard
days of fishing, slippery rocks and deadly dead falls, after
approximately 450 falls, slips, and slides, I need a new pair of G3s.
Oh, they aren't for me; mine are like new except for looks and smell.
The new G3s are for my lovely bride Joanne. Jo, the heart-breaker of
southern gentlemen, has finally acquiesced to my wishes and will
retire from her Executive Director position with Verizon's Wireless
Division. Finally, a fishing parter I can cuddle up with, who doesn't
smell horrible, smoke cigars, or get drunk.

Dave