God grant that I may live to fish until my dying day,
And when it comes to my last cast, I most humbly pray,
When in the Lord's safe landing net I'm peacefully asleep,
That in His mercy I be judged, as big enough to keep.
speaking of Notaro, where has the little pain in the pancreas been? Haven't seen or heard from you in a while there buddy. Hopefully you studying very hard and concentrating on the schooling right now.