I don’t have bulging muscles, but both my arms and legs are thick and hard. I have a 34′ waist, as well. I don’t have the nice shapely washboard...abs but again, just a thick and hard muscled midsection. Maybe it was something in the water, as three of my friends from my small neighborhood ended up as pros in major sports. One in baseball, one in football, and one in basketball. And I was their equal in every sport growing up. I wrestled in high school as the only organized sport I was interested. Instead of feeling the familiar sensation of ripping through flesh and bone, all he heard was a loud clang and was thrown to the floor. It would appear that someone did not want that door opened. Groggily, he looked up at the pesky maggot that had denied him his kill. And there she stood. In the resplendent radiance that befit an angel, she pointed the tip of her long blade at his throat. "Not another move, demon. Or I will rip your head off, and send it back to Hell on a pike" she stated. It was an easy run. We found a pleasant RV park midway between Washington and Baltimore and decided to hang there until the following Saturday, when we'd pick up stakes again and drive the short distance, past Baltimore, to Havre de Grace, Maryland. That would afford plenty of time for re-focusing on competitive golf.I hadn't been to the Nation's Capital since my high school class had spent a three-day weekend there, mostly just playing boys chase the girls through the halls of a second-rate. I stood and waited for the pair to stand before me. I looked curiously at Hank Shelton. Darla was dressed for rugged travel. Hank was dressed in a pair of old blue jeans and a flannel shirt. Old tennis shoes finished off his clothes."Well, Boy, I hear tell you're dragging my Darla off through a gate to another world?" the old man asked me."Yes, Sir. I have a gate not far from here. You seem to be taking this very matter of factly, if I do say so myself," I answered him.He snorted. "Boy, I could.