A funny thing happened to me while I was visiting my mother in the hospital. Everybody dies, so there are many people who might have the opportunity to write a sentence like that, but I rarely see one. My mom has ALS and has been very sick for almost 10 years. She's in the hospital now and we don't really know what the outcome will be, except that with the later stages of ALS you're choosing between only unpleasant outcomes. I could write lots more about this, but not now. I left home around 3 and fought traffic up to the hospital in Connecticut.
My mom was stable, so we left the hospital at around 8:45 and since my father doesn't keep food around for anybody but himself I stopped at the supermarket to get some cereal and coffee. I also picked up some beer because I wanted some and I'm old enough to purchase it. So I headed to the checkout and all the lights went out for a a couple of seconds. This caused all the cash registers to reboot, and by the time they came back up, it was 9:03 and they don't sell beer in Connecticut after 9:00 on Saturday night.
"Don't I get a grace period for the power failure?" I said. "Sorry, we get in trouble if we sell beer after 9. But you can go to New York." "I don't want to go to New York," I said. But I had no choice. Fortunately, I remembered a store just over the New York border not far from the house and was ultimately successful.
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You're mom was one of the finest people I've ever met.
I was hitchhiking out of Scott's Corners in my dirtbag days, and she picked me up and explained the reason she decided to do that: I had finished whatever beverage I was drinking at the time and took the effort to deposit the empty container in the trash can of the local gas station (Bouton's?) about 100 feet away, instead of tossing it into the woods (pre-recyling, fur sure).
She picked me up and told me that that act had endeared her to me. It is the first time I had ever heard the word, and we were endeared to each other from then on. At least me to her, to this day.
My mom was a wonderful person and a great role model for me. It's hard to see her reduced to what she is now.
Here's a dirtbag years memory. A free VW with no reverse or 3rd gear. Remember parking that sucker facing uphill?
I'm still curious how you found me.
FaceBook is the Oracle. Look for a person in the 1973 graduating class that you never went to school with. That person is me.
The only person I can think of in the class of 1973 who I didn't go to school with was myself.
I didn't know the majority of the class of 1973 so I have no idea who I went or never went to school with, so if you're in there with a pseudonym I wouldn't catch it.
I like cryptic up to a point, but I'm not a fan of guessing games so I'm going to stop. If you were a friend I'd be happy to be back in touch. If you have an interesting comment I'm happy to publish and respond to it.
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