I wonder if Elroy knew?

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As i drove north i decided to stop at this old fishing resort, consisting of a few beat-up lookin' buildings, the old man, ol' bastard had to be about 80 years old.  Elroy Berdahl was his name.  He lead me to one of the cabin and shoved the key in my hand.  Said dinner was at 5:30.  I had a feeling i shouldnt be late for this.  We had fish, pretty damn good fish too, the ol' buggar knew how to cook.  Tourist season was over, so it was just me and him at the resort, we had all the meals together, went hiking, he knew a lot about the land, doesn't suprise me, he had been walkin it for almost a centry. He never asked me what i was doin up there, a couple times it look as if he was going to ask me, but that man had great self control and never asked a word about where i was from or what my buisiness was up here on the border of Canada. I was starting to think the old man knew, espcially when he told me he owed me money for doin' some jobs for him, he called it my "Emergancy Fund".  I didnt want to take it, i didnt like taking money from the old guy.  So when i left the next morning i left the money on the counter and got into my car and drove south.  I was going to war.