Thought I was on my way.
I was on the road yet…
It don’t seem to get there from here.
Not right now.
And that’s what makes it hard.
‘Cause I’ve lost my ticket home.
(Hey my first country western song!)
My car did that today. It is a sure sign that a full-blown eight cylinder illness is on the way. Sure enough the subtle indications grow progressively worse, until only total rest alleviates the noisy symptoms.
I took the patient to Dr. Goodwrench, who immediately observed a high temperature and acute dehydration. Next thing you know the patient is admitted for a waterpumpdectomy.
Does Obama care cover this?
Postscript. Upon opening the patient, Dr. Goodwrench declared further tests and analysis were needed. This of course after going home for the evening without completing the operation. Additional ‘dectomy’s and transplants were performed. The patient is in recovery. The Dr is planning a Caribbean vacation………….I am not.
my damn phone would work. Such is the sad refrain emanating from the the lips of iPhone4 owners. Ah yes, tis a tragedy played out in two acts:
The worlds worst cellular network, holds exclusive rights to the new device.
The antenna of the new device is rendered inoperable when it is held. I might add that it falls under the category of “Hand Held Device”.
The faithful owners, soon to be better known as the “iPhone4 class action group”, are nevertheless impressed with the WiFi capabilities of same. Perhaps renaming the new product iTouch4 would solve the problem. But not to worry, the iLandline will soon hit the Apple Store near you.
Caption for the above photo: “Gee Bob we’re getting out of range……maybe if we tie a string between them…..”
Ok. Please bear with me as I attempt to deal with this in tasteful fashion.
Thursday morning found me comfortably seated at a public loo. I had just settled in with the sports section, when the small still quiet of the room was interrupted with,…. well……troubling sounds. I am not referring to the masked sounds associated with the perfunctory courtesy flush. No no, this was laboured breathing. A huffing and puffing very much along the lines of the three little pigs….. I am going to blow your house down.
Initially my sensibilities were wounded, as I felt a kindred spirit had decided to ignore one of the basic rules of toilet etiquette. However, two pages ( a wonderful article on Landon Donovan) into things, I began to fear for the health of the poor fellow (who was thankfully) two stalls down. What does one do you ask?
Well being a civilized gentleman, I promptly evacuated the premises, and alerted the authorities via 911. Some have suggested a more hands approach, but you must understand that any sort of personal intervention would be poorly looked upon.
I am not saying that my actions were heroic, but perhaps I saved a life that day.
This giant of a man died last week at the age of 47, and the world is diminished by his passing. During the course of his basketball career, Bol gave away most of his $6 million fortune, to aid Sudanese refugees. When the basketball was over, and the money gone, he humbled himself in order to continue his mission in Sudan
For some reason I find myself unable to fully articulate my feelings, so I will quote excerpts from a Wall Street Journal column by Jon A. Shields.
“…….is one player who never received redemption in the eyes of sports journalists. His life embodied an older , Christian conception of redemption that as been badly obscured by its current usage.
Bol, a Christian Sudanese immigrant, believed his life was a gift from God to be used in the service of others. As he put it to Sports Illustrated in 2004: “God guided me to America and gave me a good job. But he also gave me a good heart so I would look back”
Bol raised more money by doing what most athletes would find humiliating; He turned himself into a humorous spectacle…..as a horse jockey, hockey player, and celebrity boxer. Bol agreed to be a clown. But he was not willing to be mocked for his own personal gain as so many reality-television stars are. Bol let himself be ridiculed on behalf of suffering strangers in the Sudan; he was a fool for Christ”.
There is much more to know about this man, and I encourage you to take the time to do so. The meaning of Christianity is not in the catechism, but rather in living out the example set forth by another man.
Rest in peace my friend.