Here in Nebraska our NPR and PBS stations are branded as “NET”, which stands for Nebraska Educational Telecommunications. As proud as I am of the role KCOW (and all of our radio stations) play in keeping our community informed and entertained, I also appreciate public radio and television. Public media serve very unique audience needs, … Continue reading NET Comes To Town
Today’s summation: Nobody knows anything. Least of which me. On Friday I got a call from UC Health Denver. The referral on my Chiari had been made. Apparently a referral in medical parlance means very little more than, “Here’s the name and number of a guy who needs your help.” Because the nice lady from … Continue reading Tales Of Twitch: Part 11 Etc.
There are some things you learn pretty quickly when you arrive in a new town. One of them is where the best places are to eat. I don’t think I lived in Alliance for more than a month before my first visit to Martin’s Restaurant. My Alliance story is filled with memorable evenings and lunches … Continue reading Remembering Martin’s Restaurant
Anybody wanna go to Denver? Today I talked to my local neurosurgeon, who spelled out for me the plan going forward. I have what he describes as “mild hydrocephalus”. This is fluid on the brain–in my case either Coca-Cola syrup or hot fudge. I also have a Chiari malformation type 2. And, as diagnosed during … Continue reading Tales Of Twitch: Part 10 Etc.
Tonight I went to Regional West to get some additional tests on my malformed noggin so my neurosurgeon can have a more exacting idea of what’s going on up there. I had a marathon session of three different MRIs in a row, the last one including dye. (They do it intravenously…much tidier than, say, using … Continue reading Tales of Twitch: Part 9 Etc.
I was so sorry today to hear of the passing of Doris Day. Her films were silly and fun, especially the ones for Warner Bros. in the late 40s. “Romance On The High Seas”, “My Dream Is Yours.” Good stuff! She sang and danced with Bugs Bunny even. Changing subjects: I have an unhealthy obsession … Continue reading “The Doris Day Show”s
I found myself in a hospital this week, with lots of time to think. My earliest memory of an overnight hospital stay is at The Children’s Hospital in Buffalo. I was 4, maybe even 3. The memories I have of that experience are fleeting, fuzzy, tentative. I remember Mom and Dad bringing me a big … Continue reading Mother Mary Comes To Me
