message written in pencil on this card reads:
A Kiss is a peculiar pro-/ position. Of no use to one/ yet absolutely bliss to two. The/ small boy gets it for nothing,/ The young man has to start/ it. The old man has to buy/ it. The baby's right. The/ lover's privilege. The hypocrite's/ mask. To a young girl/ faith. To a married woman/ hope. + to an old maid,/ charity. Be not guilty of this,/Kate. as ever (The Old Telephonist)
Looks as though this is the only form of travel I'll be able to afford for a while. It's slow going, though, since I refuse to wear shoes unless I'm going somewhere the law requires them. And even when it's cloudy, the pavement gets pretty hot in July.
OTOH, my friend ex sailorette got a ride all the way up to the BIG CITY, Sunday. She's being checked out by the VA, to decide precisely how much equipment she will need on her wheelchair-lift equipped van -- all that testing of her physical needs and stuff. She called to say she's in the lap of luxury, up in Chicago. The doctors there actually listen to the patients, even if they're women! Quite the change of pace from the sort of attitude she gets from the top guns in Iowa City. The Chicago VA offices even sent a van to pick her up. When she had tests done in IA, she had to drive herself, and, in her van, that had been quite the adventure, too. (Sadly, that van has since met its demise, though, which is kinda why she's doing this testing stuff.)
She's gonna get a new lift & a new vehicle to go around it! (Well, probably gonna get a used vehicle, but it will be a lot more reliable than the old one, which just quit in the middle of the road down in southern IL.) And the gummint is gonna pay for most of it! Fair is fair. She kicked in more than a lot of us do. She should get a little more than just lip-service-respect out of it all.
I did my part this morning: I paid her gullibility tax (bought a lottery ticket for her). If she wins, on a ticket I paid for, I'll eat my shorts. Wait. I don't have shorts. I'll eat the hat she brought me from Six Flags. If she wins on a ticket I bought, it means I have something other than neutral-to-bad luck, and I don't know if I could cope with that concept. But wish her luck, anyway. She's good peeps and deserves good things.
Maybe she'll even get her a fella who will help with her doggies. And they can all take a stroll.
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