Going to Spearfish

One evening, my fiance had just gotten off the phone with her dad.

"He's going to spearfish," I thought I heard her say.

"Janice, your dad, is well over 70 years old.  Do you really think he should be going to spearfish at his age and level of health?"

"Oh, he'll be alright.  He's been going a lot.  He's already been twice this year." Then I heard her add, "He lives in faith, so going to spearfish won't be difficult."

I was still a little bothered and told her so.  "I'm glad he lives in faith, but I still don't think he should tempt fate by going to spearfish."

"Oh, there's nothing to worry about," she said.  "He even used to take my grandmother to spearfish back before she passed away. And she was in her late 80's then."

"Your grandmother went to spearfish in her 80's? I thought you said she had lung disease."

Janice replied, "Well, after she got sick she started carrying her oxygen tank with her when she went."

"You mean she went to spearfish without an oxygen tank?"

"Well, before she got sick she had pretty good lungs, and they never went for more than a couple of days."

I was pretty concerned and confused about her family until she finally realized I had confused a trip her father was taking from his home in Faith, South Dakota to a nearby town named Spearfish, for a dangerous physical activity. We had a good laugh. But deep down inside, I was really glad her father didn't live in Kentucky.  I don't know how I would have taken it if she had put down the phone and told me her dad was going to Hell-For-Certain ..., Kentucky.