Confessions Are Good For The Soul

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In many past posts I have referred to one of my walleye mentors as Chuck Etheredge. In the articles I wrote for Phil LIlley to post, Etheredge was his name.That was not his name. I used it to preserve modicum of privacy for him. I used the last name of his grandchildren, Ethredge.

Today I attended his memorial fish fry and contributed all my freezer walleye. The least I could do was say, "God Speed, Chuck." and say his real name out loud.

When I get older losing my hair,
Many years from now,
Will you still be sending me a valentine
Birthday greetings bottle of wine?

If I'd been out till quarter to three
Would you lock the door,
Will you still need me, will you still feed me,
When I'm sixty-four?

oo oo oo oo oo oo oo oooo
You'll be older too, (ah ah ah ah ah)
And if you say the word,
I could stay with you.

I could be handy mending a fuse
When your lights have gone.
You can knit a sweater by the fireside
Sunday mornings go for a ride.

Doing the garden, digging the weeds,
Who could ask for more?
Will you still need me, will you still feed me,
When I'm sixty-four?

Every summer we can rent a cottage
In the Isle of Wight, if it's not too dear
We shall scrimp and save
Grandchildren on your knee
Vera, Chuck, and Dave

Send me a postcard, drop me a line,
Stating point of view.
Indicate precisely what you mean to say
Yours sincerely, Wasting Away.

Give me your answer, fill in a form
Mine for evermore
Will you still need me, will you still feed me,
When I'm sixty-four?

Whoo!

nd I hope you snerior the same things,