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“Ed, what’s going on?”
My clever retort, “Not much.”
We chatted for awhile, then Will glanced downwards at my ankles and said, in a voice loud enough for approximately sixty percent of
gym to hear him,
“Ed, what are those big red spots on
sides of your ankles? It’s like you’re some kind of a red spotted Dalmation or something!”
I heard a few snickers, and when I looked up I felt like every eyeball in
building was locked onto my ankles. Without even thinking, I sort of crossed them to hide them, which had
net effect of spreading
spots even more. For
rest of my workout I was avoided like
plague, and
word going around
gym was that I had an affliction that ranged anywhere from poison oak to some kind of incurable disease. Needless to say, I left
Wellness Center a little less than pumped up, exuberant, and renewed.
So now I sit here writing this with ankles redder than China, trying to balm my deep inner pain with some Breyer’s Butter Pecan ice cream. I guess some worthless things will always be around, and all any of us can do is to make
best of what they bring, which is a good thought to keep in mind as I get ready to entertain a few of my distant relatives this coming weekend…

Ed’s latest book, “Rough As A Cob,“ can be ordered by calling River City Publishing toll-free at: 877-408-7078. He’s also a popular after dinner speaker, and his column runs in a number of Southeastern publications. You can contact him via email at: ed3@ed-williams.com, or through his web site address at: www.ed-williams.com.