The last time my son Jimmie was in town, he helped us clean up our downstairs storage room and removed a lot of clutter. He saw a pair of his old fishing waders in the storage room, hip boots, so he took them back to Atlanta. Last week, my grandson James talked Jimmie into an early morning duck hunt in a swamp somewhere in Fulton County. Jimmie remembered his waders, and tossed them in the truck. Before dawn, he slipped them on, but something wasn’t right. It turns out that both were left waders. He had taken one of his waders and one of mine, but both left-footed hip boots. Jimmie said that trudging through all the muck and mire was no fun at all with a left wader on a right foot. He also missed his only two shots at ducks. Not one of his better days.
If only he had two left feet, everything would have worked out fine.