Ballard Street by Jerry Van Amerongen for November 22, 2016

He got a great deal there.

I hope he’s comfy sleeping on that.

Had it been Gary, I would understand.

I think Mr. Spivey is a Pisces.

It’s a little up-scaled.

All those fancy decorators like to look at a piece of old furniture and say,

Well…. this one doesn’t.

Those are fish bones you could choke on in a whole new way.

Then again, assumptions and speculation to the contrary notwithstanding,

I don’t think Mrs. Spivey looks all that displeased.

After all, she, too, attended Sophie Hopkins course,

“Halibut dishes and silverware divining”

at the Ballard and Main Street Senior Center and Fish Market,

along with me and Lilah Kirby.

She didn’t take to the silverware divining

preferring to use her mother’s old Reed and Barton silver for its intended purpose……

But she did learn to love cooking halibut.

Since then, she has branched out…..

Fish for dinner at least three times a week…..

And not always halibut!

What will they have to trade for half a dozen fish chairs?

The sofa and chairs wouldn’t have fit in the same room with it anyway, so it worked out.

Mr. Spivey mis prone to do the “Fish Cheer” spontaniously. Well, he was at Woodstock.

I would have picked the bunny. But thats just me.

I’ve always suspected that there was something fishy about Sylvester Spivey !

There’s more to this whale’s tale than meets the eye.

It wasn’t a fluke that he traded the sofa suite for that pathetic piece of plywood pescado !

He’s been angling for a new comfy couch for months but his wife Sylvia Spivey, wouldn’t budge on the budget and allow him to purchase the plush leather lounge,r that featured dual, remote controlled recliners, cup holders, a place for the TV remote and cell phones,a refrigerated compartment for storing his beer, and another for ice for his drinks. Did I mention that both of the reclining sections had a built-in vibrator ?

Perhaps now that Sylvia seas she has to navigate around that tacky, tropical trout table, she’ll realize that she’d better give aweigh to Sylvester and buy the sofa on sail.

he didit sponttaynyusly if not for teh halibut….

Mrs. Spivey was not pleased.

Mrs. Spivey may just kick Mr. Spivey in the bass…

I’d demand my couch and two chairs back.

Mr. Spivey is going to have to watch Wheel of Fortune standing up.

It was a pisce de resistance.

Mr. Spivey must have been pisced when he made that purchase.