Saturday, April 7, 2018

Big Dog Bark

When I casually mentioned to a friend that odors now linger in my head, sometimes for days, I couldn't miss a look of alarm. She suggested, no, she insisted that I go to a doctor. The same expression showed up on my primary care physician's face and he tried to be casual telling me that it could indicate a brain tumor.

Here I was happy after every trip to a bakery!

Once the specialist messed with my nose and sent me off with good news, I started over. My pal, Ed Brown, always said that youth has no sense of mortality. Old guys don't think about much else. Life was easier when I doodled hot rods and drooled over Annette.

Ed died.

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