Three days ago I had great difficulty breathing because of the fluid in my body. My friend Dr. Mark Lamos decided I should get hospice care. I told him I would never go to another hospital and could I get home hospice care==he was able to do that.
Congestive heart failure is not curable and because my heart only pumps at 34 percent; it's just a matter of time and there's no way to predict that. Mark is keeping me comfortable and I'm alert. I just don't have much stamina.
I remember the first time we met, maybe 50 years ago. I was to give a talk I think to San Jose Fly Casters casters and you offered to take me fishing near the airport. You had a little tin boat.
We were casting at a high bank near the runway and when that 747 suddenly came roaring close overhead the noise and shock caused me to fall in the boat—-ignoring it all you kept casting away. San Francisco Bay in the summer... I'd not been so cold since The Battle Bulge. The next day I went to a surplus army store and bought wool clothing—in August. Since then we've had fun fishing in many places and I thank you for sharing your life with me.
I check your board every night and have done so for years and if you put this on the board thank everyone of your board members for all their kind remarks.
Danny edit this I'm a bit fuzzy at times.
Your pal, Lefty
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