Thursday, March 26, 2009

A bout of food poisoning...

then a fall in my bedroom requiring 8 stitches in my forehead from Lahey Burlington....yeah I was sick camper yesterday.
At the end of the night, Elias Nugator Sr (that decorated veteran of FDR"s myrmidions) knocked on my door and humbly offered me the use of one of his canes "If I felt wobbly".
I Told that old man that I loved him more than I loved life itself....and silently I wished I had the knack for saying just the right thing at the right time.
Such is the kingdom of heaven.

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