He had to stop jogging

because of sciatica gained

over a two thousand two

hundred mile journey by

car all the while sitting on

his wallet. The solution,

according to a web med

article might simply be

to remove the wallet much

to the chagrin of the attorneys

seen on late night T.V. who

wished to reach through the

tube directly into the back

pocket to pick the wallet

which no longer was there.

And so the next day with

the assistance of four

ibuprofen tablets he

started jogging again and,

with that behind him, no

pun intended, and with

ankles, knees and hips

still good and the fleeting

memory of the previous

night’s T.V. ads, he started

worrying about LOW test-

osterone. Just then following

another of those seemingly

ubiquitous commercials and

without saying a word but

with a pitifully plaintive look

on his face, he glanced at his

wife who sat on the couch

watching re-runs of Route 66

and feeling sorry for the old

boy and with a knowing look

in her eye said, “You’re just

fine, darling. Now it’s time

to remove your jogging shoes.”

Smiling a Man from Dementia

smile, he removed his wet

jogging shoes from de Nile,

and his wife hung them out

to dry.