We Finally Reached
sat around the dwellings- Are you still left-handed?
- a desperate plea for sanity
- ten mile hike with a full backpack
- I became too feeble to move
- which inspired the nickname
- my fake damn bladder
- if the plane crash hadn’t killed him
- going into the lawn care business
- that patch of New Mexico soil
We finally reached that patch of New Mexico soil we’d heard so much about. After the ten mile hike with a full backpack we endured to reach this place, I became too feeble to move, and so sat around the dwellings with the others. Our immobility was in response to a desperate plea for sanity from our overtaxed muscles. Conversation centered around Bob’s plan for going into the lawn care business, until he looked at me and abruptly asked, “Are you still left-handed?“
I responded in the affirmative which inspired the nickname Lefty. Bob was never known for his creativity.
At that point my fake damn bladder started acting up and I cursed the day I’d ever met Bob’s brother Lou. This was all his fault. If the plane crash hadn’t killed him, I would have done it myself by now.