My Pal Johnny

I grumble often about being old. I need to stop that, I’m alive and breathing well, aren’t I?

And I’m moving. I thank my pal Johnny Walker for that this past few years. He hasn’t failed me.

Johnny Walker blue. An original, by God.

I can stand. My legs are sturdy. My spine, however, suffered a great deal because of the TIA series, so standing tall on my own unassisted or with a cane isn’t a happening thing.

It’s so ridiculous that I need to relegate myself to a wheelchair outside and let Tigger drive – or, in lieu of him, medical transport to CAHN. Why? Topographically, we’re not on flat land. Our yard rolls. Even the pavement is sketchy at best for someone in my situation.

I don’t have to go anywhere until late October.

Praise the lord and pass the Johnny Walker!

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