Fishing For Compliments A young boy fishing in a hurly-burly river pulls up a mudpuppy instead of brim: surprise of salamander. How penis-looking its head with flared gills, frightening me. How vigorously, how violent it fought. I had to call my uncle over to come and rescue me. Years later, feeling male and penile proud, I looked at my "male member" and remembered that mudpuppy. Dear God, had I one tenth, one hundredths, a thousandth even the will to live as that mudpuppy had I could be the the ithyphallic God I've always longed to be. Bartender, another beer here! Mike Geary Memphis