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My place as the dominant Steve at work is being called into question by a spryer, smarter, faster Steve a half decade younger than me. I may be able to hold him off for a while, but he cooks, is funny, rather strange and people seem to genuinely like him.
On one hand, I feel the masculinity I never had is being called into question by this self-taught ribbon dancer. But on the other, itís nice to see all the improvements that were made with the next generation of Steves.
The first, of what will surely become many trials, was a race to create the best elegy for Bob(bi) III, a fish. I leave you with my entry:
To everyone within herring distance:
I write this, not for the halibut,
But to honor a great fish,
A fish who lived a porpoise-driven life,
Walleye floundered in the dark.
A fish who taught me the social moray
Of being less shellfish and thinking of otters.
May Cod have mercy on your sole.