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An Old Tale Revived Jethro and little Stan were fishing.A thin mist was rising from the uncreased surface of the lake.The aspens were just beginning to turn.The silence was interrupted by a noisy flight of ducks.Jethro turned to Stan; "Time for the old fix"He sloppily emptied an indeterminate number of Sinemet tablets into his large hand and washed them down with a swig of Nob Creek.Then he took a bite out of a cold Big Mac.He offered Stan the little tablet bottle." Help yourself Stan-Have some simers- they make you jump, make you jive, wake you up" Stan shook his head and then continued to steer sadly at his own reflection in the surface of the lake. Earlier in the day Jethro had as usual been on one of his favourite topic - Jethro God's gift to women, Jethro the Great Lover,who with, how many times, how long.Even the fish had gottten bored and refused to bite. "Hey Man what's up" said Jethro. There was a long silence before Stan replied.He was a shy guy with a slight stutter."Sharon's getting mad with me as since I had Parkinsons I'm no good in the sack" Jethrow laughed so loudly that he scared off a little red squirel which was hovering on a nearby pine tree to snatch up the remnants of their snacks. "That's no great deal - dead easy to fix - I had the same problem with Marianne until I had my operation" "What a brain op? Stan looked even more worried. "Naw- none of those thalies, palies what's there name shit- I had a transplant" " What- one of those foetal transplants? " "Heck No -I'm not letting any fancy surgeon mess around in my skull.I had the real thing-where it matters." "Don't get you" said Stan. "Shit - what's the matter with you today Stan. Do I have to spell it out - I had a dick transplant by that new uro in town . Remind me to give you his number - give him a call.Four weeks after the op Marianne won't know what's hit her and in a month you will be scoring with all the sexiest dames in town.Go for it Man" "Jesus"said Stan but he looked a little happier. A few months later they were fishing again.Stan seemed very dejected. "Did you have that transplant?" asked Jethro "Sure I did and it ain't made any difference- cost me an arm and a leg" "Let's have a look" said Jethro -" pull your pants down " Stan shivered in the cool wind that was coming off the lake and his bare flesh went goose pimply as Jethro stared in disbelief.The squirel who was still hunting for nuts perched transfixed on a branch his bushy tail moving up and down in excitement. " Holy Cow" said Jethro."They've given you my old one" Taking a large swig of his favourite bourbon he lit another cigarette and handed the bottle to Stan.