This morning after church, Ginny and I got to talking about things and she commented that her early morning walks with her friend Pat were really good for her health (they walk about 5 miles at a pretty good clip.) Then she said that in addition to being healthy they are theraputic. Well, let me tell you my woman-speak detector pegged at volcanic! Hoo boy, this is a good one. So I asked her (leading the witness) what did she mean by theraputic. That means that she gets therapy from her friends and she also dishes out therapy. OK, but what exactly is therapy. Is it just listening with a sympathetic ear, or is it more than that? Oh no, it is getting help and advice from her friends with regard to her issues (see a few days ago for a discussion of issues.) OK, I couldn't take it any longer. Ginny has really great friends (you know who you are!). The catch is that getting advice from her friends seems to me like asking your fellow asylum inmates for help with your mental problems. Remember One Flew over the Coocoo's Nest?

Therapy in the man's world is best summed up with tody's photo, taken from the archives. Good male therapy for me is drinking a brew with my sons and shooting the breeze. Now that is therapy of major proportions. The best part is the beer (as long as David isn't providing his Nasty Lite) and the friendship. No advice is needed. In this photo I am enjoying a beer with Robert and we both have our individual takes on the event. I will note that the particular brew we are enjoying (in frozen mugs) was recommended by Richard.

Ladies, I want you to go on enjoying your particular brand of therapy. Like Ginny says (or was it Yogi Berra) therapy is theraputic.