Saturday, July 2, 2011
Brendan Kiley, a writer for The Stranger Dot Com, poses the question after reading Andy Kerr's "A Journey Amongst The Good And The Great". Its prologue begins like this:
One day we got a letter from Lee Harvey Oswald. The name meant nothing to us then. The letter was long and handwritten and was mailed from Russia where Oswald was living with his wife, Marina. It was addressed to "The Honorable John Connally," who was then the secretary of the navy in the Kennedy administration.
Read the whole (short) article..
Friday, July 1, 2011
Thursday, June 30, 2011
Why is it illegal to park in a handicapped parking space but okay to go to the bathroom in a handicapped stall? -- Jerry Seinfeld
Would somebody please explain to me those signs that say, "No animals allowed except for Seeing Eye Dogs?" Who is that sign for? Is it for the dog, or the blind person? -- Jerry Seinfeld
Here are a few more Seinfeldisms..
Wednesday, June 29, 2011
Tuesday, June 28, 2011
Well we're home from a great vacation, which was brought to an end with a bang!
My brother-in-law and I had a bunch of beer and vodka on what amounted to our last night there. I was on my way out the back door with a couple of vodka drinks at 5am, slipped on the welcome mat on the way out, sprained my ankle and hit the ground 4 feet below on my back right side. (Here's the same steps in a picture from last year.) B-I-L says I hit no other steps on my way down - just the ground.
Anyway the image above is from my wife's camera a few minutes after the fall. She was taking pictures of us through windows and laughing, believe it or not (I can). You can see the two little red plastic cups lying there too.
I went right to bed, and woke up a few hours later in major pain, so I went to the ER. Long story short, I've since flown home (as is always the case - had to walk from one side of Dulles airport to the other for our connecting flight.. on a bad ankle.. not fun), been to another ER, and to a urologist - In addition to the bad ankle sprain, I also have a burst adrenal gland, and many bruised ribs.
So I'm on a hydrocodone diet for a few days, and I will be resuming posts shortly. Today is the first day where my pain level has dropped to something that's at least manageable. And yeah it's my insides, not my ankle. I'm shocked that 15 x-rays found no broken ribs.
Here's my ankle a few minutes ago (almost 60 hours after the fall):