Getting real. Some more
Mary Jo got this in her email the other day. She forwarded it to me with two words. “Slow down.” I’ll add one more. “Damn.”
Mary Jo got this in her email the other day. She forwarded it to me with two words. “Slow down.” I’ll add one more. “Damn.”
[deep breath] [nervous laughter] [mind wandering wildly] OK. So this thing, as the kids say these days, just got real. We had an appointment today, Mary Jo and I, with a heart surgeon. (If you need background, it’s here.) And after an hour stoning him with questions about valve replacement and surgeries and second opinions and timing and drugs… Read More Hitting home
Well, this won’t be the last post about college and Luke, but there’s this: He’s in. We picked Luke up from a robotics competition at Georgia Tech about 11:30 yesterday, drove over to an outstanding pizza joint (Antico) off the north edge of campus, saw it had a line out the door and instead sidetracked to… Read More In
I have never been cut on by a doctor. Never spent a night in a hospital. Never had anything more serious done to me by a member of the medical profession than setting a broken bone (a couple times), a little probing here or up there (a few rather awkward times) and, you know, the general screwing that… Read More Heart of lightness
Some years just seem more momentous than others. Just so happens, 2015 was not one of them. It’s not as if ’15 was totally forgettable. I jumped out of the comforting bosom of corporate America into the vast nothingness of freelance space. It’s the first time I wasn’t answering to a boss in some 30… Read More Twenty sixteen
OK, I realize this might be getting a little obnoxious, so I’ll keep this short. [See above] So that’s good, right? Another very good school, this one in a pretty cool place. [We visited a few months ago.] Truth be told: If Luke doesn’t get into Georgia Tech, this might be my top choice. My top choice.… Read More Nice to be wanted