My 80 something Step mother in law say's that when she gets together with here senior sisters they allow each other a three minute "Organ Recital."
Some of you who know me well may remember that I had my bladder and prostate removed due to a cancerous tumor that was growing on my bladder. That was four years ago. The operation rendered the old pecker “non-oped.” A couple of months ago I felt a rather disconcerting and painful gurgling sensation in the nether region. Upon examination I found an ugly smelly discharge which has been plaguing me ever since. I have been through MRI’s, CATscan’s, PETscan’s, colonoscopies, and ever procedure you can imagine, trying to find recurring cancer. I finally got kicked upstairs to Stanford and had top flight surgeon say: “This ol’ boy don’t have cancer, he has a hole in his gut. Let’s stitch him up!” Or words to that effect. Finally! I’m not looking forward to the cure, (5 hour operation, at least a week recovery in the hospital and an other week at home,) but so looking forward to being cured.
It’s amazing: only a year ago I was thinking, “Hey I’m not in bad shape for a guy my age!” Is it something about 69? Yes, 69 SUCKS!.
It would be great to get together another West Coast Rally, but I’m sure things are as tight for y’all as they are for me. But damn! Weren’t those Rally’s really great? Out of a long and eventful life, my memories of those rally’s are among my fondest: Lake Tahoe, Virginia City, Yosemite, Morrow Bay, Lake Margarita, Loho’s gracious catering; riders down, but no seriously injured, and no one killed. And of course, the camaraderie of a group of people who, are united in the supposition that the XS11, and close cousins, are the best freaking standard bike ever made. Regardless of what they may think about anything else.
But I’m rambling. Good night Gracie.
Special Ed
Some of you who know me well may remember that I had my bladder and prostate removed due to a cancerous tumor that was growing on my bladder. That was four years ago. The operation rendered the old pecker “non-oped.” A couple of months ago I felt a rather disconcerting and painful gurgling sensation in the nether region. Upon examination I found an ugly smelly discharge which has been plaguing me ever since. I have been through MRI’s, CATscan’s, PETscan’s, colonoscopies, and ever procedure you can imagine, trying to find recurring cancer. I finally got kicked upstairs to Stanford and had top flight surgeon say: “This ol’ boy don’t have cancer, he has a hole in his gut. Let’s stitch him up!” Or words to that effect. Finally! I’m not looking forward to the cure, (5 hour operation, at least a week recovery in the hospital and an other week at home,) but so looking forward to being cured.
It’s amazing: only a year ago I was thinking, “Hey I’m not in bad shape for a guy my age!” Is it something about 69? Yes, 69 SUCKS!.
It would be great to get together another West Coast Rally, but I’m sure things are as tight for y’all as they are for me. But damn! Weren’t those Rally’s really great? Out of a long and eventful life, my memories of those rally’s are among my fondest: Lake Tahoe, Virginia City, Yosemite, Morrow Bay, Lake Margarita, Loho’s gracious catering; riders down, but no seriously injured, and no one killed. And of course, the camaraderie of a group of people who, are united in the supposition that the XS11, and close cousins, are the best freaking standard bike ever made. Regardless of what they may think about anything else.
But I’m rambling. Good night Gracie.
Special Ed
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