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| Woo-hoo! Fishmugger is back in the swing of things! |
So there I was Wednesday afternoon, recuperating from several days' worth of deadline intensity, when I noticed I had a phone message. I dialed in to hear the familiar upbeat voice of my buddy Mike Russo, AKA Fishmugger, AKA one of my stalwart fellow board members at Cooking With the Troops. Mike didn't sound entirely like himself - I couldn't put my finger on it - but his words were cheerful, as always.
At the end of the message Mike said, more quietly: "Oh, I have some news. I wanted you to hear it directly from me."
I called him right away.
A couple minutes into our chat, Mike offhandedly said: "I wanted you to know. On Friday, I had a stroke."
Say what?
Yes, I'd heard correctly. Five days prior, Fishmugger had felt the well known symptoms of a cerebrovascular accident, and decided to "call someone," who urged him to travel with haste to an emergency room. He went via car.
In the e.r., the docs confirmed that Mike had indeed experienced a stroke, and that he needed to stay in the hospital a couple days.
"And now I'm home!"
I quizzed him rather aggressively, but he brushed off my concern.
"I'm fine," Mike insisted. "Perfectly fine."
And indeed Mike went on to assure me that he very much wanted to drive from New Jersey to Virginia this weekend to join the Gang of Reprobates at a riverside wingding. But Mike's calendar is full. "I've got a fishing trip to Florida!"
"I'm fine," Mike insisted. "Perfectly fine."
And indeed Mike went on to assure me that he very much wanted to drive from New Jersey to Virginia this weekend to join the Gang of Reprobates at a riverside wingding. But Mike's calendar is full. "I've got a fishing trip to Florida!"
Well, now. He's going fishing a week after having a stroke? Yep. He's going fishing, a week after having a stroke.
I half expect Mike to show up dockside atop the lead Beluga on a whale migration while the Reprobates and I are drinking buttermilk and feeding the ducks at our wingding. In case Mike gets sidetracked chasing mermaids while in Florida, though...
I'd like everyone to join me in sending Mike every best wish and prayer for continued good health. Oh, and this is for Fishie: Don't scare us like that again, okay?



15 comments:
Joisey guys are tough, and guys who stuck it out in the Joisey Guard during the Jimmeh Kottuh and Billy-Jeff Clinton defense cuts are the toughest of the lot.
FM, do *not* attempt to catch every single fish in Florida in one day...
Those Joisey guys...
It must be something in the water!
Michael, Michael, Michael, just get well and never loose your incredible sense of humor..
Fishmugger, get well fast and go mug some fish to get back over the top! Glad you went to the ER, unlike my Dad who didn't when the first ones hit. Take care of yourself, and keep on being Joisey enough to make the fishes sleep with the humans. :)
Actually ataying in the boat is most important. It is quite difficult trying to swim while holding on to your fishing rod and beer.
" It is quite difficult trying to swim while holding …" So the original method of 'trolling' is no longer recommended?
Cheers
A proper interpretation of the Americans with Disabilities Act would allow Fishmugger to go fishing with dynamite, seeing that the excitement of flipping the rod back and forth to cast might cause the next-most-fragile blood vessel in his brain to pop. It's worth a try.
I'm not autistic enough to get away with it myself, but I betcha somebody with a lot of nerve and a lot of nervous sensory sensitivity could get the .gov to buy him a prescription suppressor for when he wants to go shooting.
You can justify just about anything under ADA, if you have an expert lawyer with no conscience.
...a...lawyer with no conscience.
That's redundant.
And it is my considered opinion that strokes which involve cardio/cranial stuff can be real pains. Which leads me to suggest that 'strokes of genius' are preferred for pursuit.
Cheers
I don't think you can catch fish with dynamite. At least, it does you no good with clams and oysters and mussels. All you get are shells.
You *can* catch fish with dynamite.
You just have to get the net under 'em when they're on the way down...
Cherry bombs were good also...if you wanted to leave a few fish for next week.
Update: both the speach and physical therapist threw me out today as I past all the tests. Too bad about the nice looking lady who I hoped was going to help me speek more better. Thought she would help me find new ways to use my tonque.
Oh? You said nothing about a nice looking lady.
No, no, SKK, shells are from the artillery, not the dynamite... :)
Although I expect a "fire for effect" would have similar dismal results.
Well, Casey, that certainly explains why the clams would not fit neatly inside the shells when I tried to make the platter look nice...
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