Rhonda Goes FishingUncle Marcus comes rapping on your bedroom door one Saturday morning. Says he got a can full of worms and your cane pole, just like old times.Unc, what you better have is some coffee!He flashes a bright red thermos from behind his back. Gotcha, girl!You're surprised unt Ruby's in the car.Sick or not, woman love to fishyour uncle says proudly.In the back of his ol' Cadillac you sway to gospel on the radiodrinking black coffee like it's Kool-Aid.You even get your favorite spot on Ford Lake.Ruby in her lawn chair smoking steady watching her bobberlike it was her own heart out there beating in the water.Marcus has got on his ol' ugly lucky lucky fishing hatan unlit cigar dangling from his lips like a fat worm.You're still fighting sleep but like the feelof that old cool cane pole in your hands.Still, nothin but blue gills til your bobber disappearsand you feel the hit all the way up your arms.Marcus bounds over,and Ruby gets there too somehow.You all know it's something special.When that big ol' catfish first flashes you could almsot kiss his prickly lips.Uncle Marchus nets it,Aunt Ruby's already talkin about frying it up good,and for the first time in about a year you're not tiredyou're not tired one bit. . Rhonda Goes FishingUncle Marcus comes rapping on your bedroom door one Saturday morning red thermos from behind his back. Gotcha, girl!You're surprised unt Ruby's in the car.Sick or not, woman love to fishyour uncle says proudly.In