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Love is Ageless

Since tomorrow is Valentine's Day, I thought it would be fun to share some thoughts on love from one of our frequent guests at The Blood Red Pencil, Slim Randles. Slim writes a popular column, Home Country and offers it up just for pure enjoyment.

In the week before Valentine’s Day, Marvin Pincus had two new customers for his (free of charge, of course) love advice and fly-tying consultation services. He tied up a midge for one client, a salmon streamer wrapped in lead for another, and wished them well. This was his busy time, of course. He knew another would come in mid-May, in desperate anticipation of June weddings.

 “Marge,” he said, sipping coffee and looking out at the snow, “I think we need a vacation.”

Marjorie Pincus smiled. They’d both been retired and on permanent “vacation” for years now. “I’ll go if it means I don’t have to make the beds or do the dishes,” she said.

“The only thing is, what if someone needs the fly tying love advice service while we’re gone?”  This bothered Marvin. A man who spent more than 40 years being dependable every day can’t be expected to just turn it off like a faucet.

“Honey,” Marge said, “maybe you could designate someone to be on call? Like a doctor does? You know?”

Marvin thought about that and buttered some toast. “Only one I can think of who could tie flies well enough would be Delbert McLean, our chamber of commerce. Knowing him, instead of giving love advice, he’d talk them into starting a business here.”

“You have a point,” Marjorie said, laughing. “But what would be wrong with just going away for a week and letting people figure out their own love lives for a while?”

Marvin sat quietly and Marjorie looked at him and thought how maybe she should be his customer. She was under no illusion about her looks. She was old. Old and wrinkled. She was hoping Marvin wasn’t just married to her because he was used to it. She studied his face, and strangely, didn’t really notice his wrinkles.

Marvin smiled at Marjorie then. “Any vacation ideas?”

She shook her head. He saw in her the years of love and friendship, and he saw, right in front of him, the same gorgeous, sexy young woman he was once ready to kill for. She hadn’t changed a bit.

He took her hand. “How about we drive for a hundred miles, get a motel room, watch old movies and eat take-out pizza?”

“You’re on!”
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Maryann Miller is a novelist, editor and sometimes actress. Her latest release is Stalking Season, the second book in the Seasons Series. The first book, Open Season, is available as an e-book for all devices. To check out her editing rates visit her website. When not working, Maryann likes to take her dog for a walk and work outside on her little ranch in East Texas. Sometimes she plays on stage, but she does avoid computer games as much as possible.


  1. What a sweet example that love is blind! It sees with the heart rather than the eyes, and it comes in many sizes, shapes, and perspectives. Perfect post for this month, Maryann — an incentive to remember the many faces of love when we're creating our characters and telling their tales.

  2. "Love advice and fly-tying consultation services"—fabulous!

    Thank goodness love is blind. Or then again, perhaps it is greater than that; it sees but happily hangs in there anyway. :-)

  3. Maybe folks could figure out their own love lives ... but who's gonna tie their flies? Huh?

  4. There always is a lot of wisdom couched in the humor Slim shares. Glad that you enjoyed the post, Linda and Alison.

  5. So true -- as Hubster and I enter our 44th year together, and he says I'm still 'cute' I wonder what he's seeing.

    Terry's Place

  6. How Sweet! It's true that when you've been together for a while, looks don't matter!

    Morgan Mandel

  7. Terry, you are cute. (Smile)

    Helen and LD, I love the stories Slim shares, too. He seems to be able to get so much into so few words, and it all goes down smooth as a really fine scotch.

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  9. Sorry I missed this yesterday! One of those days that was go-go-go. One of those days that reminds me that simply driving 100 miles to eat pizza in a cheap motel room would be a lovely respite from the tug and pull of everyday life. Thanks for this, Slim and Maryann!

  10. Kathryn, not sure I would want to go 100 miles, but pizza does sound good. Hope today is a better day.


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