No. Hick and I are not going fishing. He has fishing poles on the brain, lately. All day long, he putters around in the BARn, repairing and sorting some of the hundreds of poles he's bought at the auctions. He does a good business on them at his Storage Unit Store. Now that he can't sell, he's refurbishing his stock.
Hick knocks off his retired work around 5:30 or 6:00. He comes to the house for supper, and to commandeer the living room TV. I think he was watching Cabin Masters, when he said,
"See that? Their stair rail?"
"No. You should have said it when it was on the screen. I don't know what you're talking about."
"Well, I'm going to do that. Only make my stair rail with fishing poles."
You can probably imagine the look I could not keep off my face. First of all, we have no need for a stair rail. Not unless Hick is planning to build some stairs to nowhere. Maybe he's going to be like that Winchester lady and her mansion. More incredible than the lack of need for stairs was my concept of a STAIR RAIL made of FISHING POLES.
"How can you even do that?"
"They wouldn't have the hooks on them, Val. And I'd take off the reels."
"SERIOUSLY? I can't imagine using a fishing pole as a stair rail! A rail is to steady yourself if you start to fall. Or prevent a fall. I can't imagine being able to walk up or down stairs trying to grasp a FISHING POLE! I wouldn't even be able to get a grip on it. Much less support myself on that flimsy thing."
"Fishing poles are strong, Val. They don't break. Or you'd break them catching a fish."
"How could I even hold onto it? They're so thin!"
"Naw. A fishing pole can be as thick as a man's finger."
"That won't support me if I'm holding on to walk down the stairs!"
"Val. The actual rail is still going to be a board. The fishing poles fit into the board. Like the spokes."
"OH! You mean the fishing poles will be the BALUSTERS!"
"Yeah. You can't ever understand nothin'!"
"You don't explain yourself! Nobody could have figured that out from what you said! You said you were going to make a stair rail out of fishing poles!"
"Anyone else would have known what I meant. It's you. You just don't get things."
I beg to differ. Unless everyone else has a crystal ball to see what's in Hick's head.