I found this and thought about it posting it, but fearing the wrath of the once-a-week anti-youtubers decided not to. Besides, I’d already put up the same song sung by Live. However, when I sent the link to skating-fan Diane, she watched it, followed links to other competitions, came back and watched it again, left and came back again. That’s why it’s up now.

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On the father front. All his so-called docs knocked their heads together and decided they want him in intensive rehab three weeks from now. This plan for a man who still has a feeding tube in his belly(called a PEG for percutaneous endoscopic grastrostomy), has no gag reflex, understands questions, but can’t say but a word or two a day, lies motionless with his eyes closed unless sat up, and when on his thrice weekly dialysis, exhibits cardiac arrhythmias. Maybe they borrowed Johnny Carson’s Karnac hat. Diane and I are flying-in for a visit a week from Saturday.

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Jeff and Karen are born of reptilian blood and hardly bother to heat their house. While I was there I kept the fires going day and night and worried some about how much of their wood I was sending up the chimney. To end the worry I drove out to Zippy’s Firewood in Daylight, Indiana, for a truck load. I met the owner, Wayne, whose friendly chatter threatened to turn into an afternoon-killing torrent of words, until I told him to shut-up. Also, when he saw me pulling on my back-up pair of Adam’s black synthetic gloves, offered me his leather ones.

It took Jeffro a while to notice the wood I’d bought, but when he did he asked where it came from.

“Zippy’s in Daylight.” I said.

He thought for a long moment.

“Is that the place with the big pile out front?”

“Yep.”

“That you pick through yourself?”

“Yep.”

“With the guy who talks a lot?”

“Yep”

“Who offers you his gloves?”

“You’ve been there?”