This was when Pat, in the single chair under the fish, came to visit me a few weeks ago. He was looking pretty weak, but awful good to me. His wife is on the other couch. Me, I am taking the picture. Just incase you are wondering why I have a stupid fish on my wall. Well my son caught it, it is called a White fish?... He was five years old when he caught it on a deep see fishing trip. His dad had to stuff the damn thing and put it on the wall. I thought a picture would have worked just as well. But, nooooo. So there is sits.