Angiograms are not fun. They hurt like the dickens when they run the wire into your groin and through your legs and then you have to lie flat on your back for 4 hours. Thank God for the Demerol… at least I drifted in and out for most of that time. I do have some blockage in both legs and may need bypass surgery on the right leg. I'll find out more when I go to the doctor next week. I have to assume (yes, yes, I know…) that it isn't immediately life-threatening or surely there would be more of a sense of urgency on these medical folks' parts. I must say, the nurse and med assistant who took care of me were absolutely wonderful. Very patient, courteous, and professional. Qualities sometimes lacking in our workforce today. Mom and I had to run an errand in a neighboring town around lunchtime today. A young man from this town lost his life recently while serving his country in Iraq. You may have heard on the news about the helicopter that went down there recently, killing 14 soldiers aboard. He was one of them. On our way back, the highway between there and where I live was lined with people holding American flags of all sizes, waiting for him to come home. We saw the hearse coming, preceded by police cars and a good number of his former motorcycle buddies. Many people, including us, pulled over to the shoulder and watched as the motorcade went by. I watched the people, standing in the rain, cheering and waving their flags. I gotta tell you, it was a big lump to swallow, and my heart filled with overwhelming pride to be a witness to this wonderful tribute. And I realized that regardless of how one feels about the conflict in the Middle East, this was one of our boys coming home for the final time, and he was brought home with dignity and respect and honor. And that, my friends, is what makes America great. Bueno bye.

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