Kinkikali

Intermission

There comes a time…The world seems to habe worked itself into a frenzy of self-destruction and no win situations where economies have lost all snese of perspective and only now is the worker seen as holding the hope.  And this after racing to bottom and impovering the worker–the engines of the economy.  Last week Peter Christian’s Tavern shut down.  Other local stores are contemplating or doing the same.

The true bright spot is my brother is to be married this fall.  Not only am I invited, but I get to be best man.  The first job offer I’ve had, with lousy pay, but man the benes!!  Thomas, Amy…cheers, cheers, cheers!!!

But why “Intermission”? I feel like taking a break—but will probably ignore myself and soldier on.  In addition to the above—unemployment persists, the winter has reached the “no longer” welcome stage, a recent series of storms that despite wrath amd roar has left Wooglin and my Cardboard Castle untouched and with power (damn miracle)—a close friend of mine who has not been a patient in a hospital in 40 years has found himself facing major brain surgery and recovery.  Heavy, heavy stuff—Dartmouth Hitchcock is first class all the way—especially when your visit includes a helio flight, lengthy stay, and all those tests (I spent a single night at the Elliot a few years back with insurance coverage and the whole bill came to $10,000—$3000 my responsibility).  Good Luck and Best Wishes John!

Andy