Mr. F may not remember the catheter tails lying on his chest or what he had for dinner last night, but he remembers that he likes women. And he likes them young. He was sweet on another patient who dialyzed at the same time.
About a 160 or so pounds ago when my son was fussy and pudgy, I sang to him. You take the good, you take the bad, you take ‘em both and there you have the facts of life gave way to Temporary layoffs! Good times! and a rousing Oh well we’re moving on up! To the east side.
A month ago my baby—my 6-foot 14-year-old baby—broke his size 14 left foot (his 5thmetatarsal—the long bone under the pinkie toe) while playing basketball.