After calling my name out loud at least three times, according to my wife, I finally responded from my chair on our patio. “Didn’t you hear me? I swear I believe you’re going deaf,” she announced to me clearly.

Realizing I had not once heard her, let alone three times, I responded a little apologetically, “Sorry, I guess I need an ear trumpet.” “A what?” she replied.

Mike Fitsko is a retired principal and longtime columnist from New Braunfels.

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