Penguins, Pot & Other Stuff

This one goes back to the last poker game.  As soon as the Dickhead arrived he took me aside and gave me a "gift" from his father.  When I saw the shiny, silvery box I knew what it was.  A bottle of Chivas, my favorite Scotch!

It came with a nice story about Dickhead’s father losing a dear friend.  Apparently he always kept a bottle of Chivas around because that was his friend’s favorite drink too!  When Dickhead told his father it was my favorite drink, he sent it along for me to enjoy.

Went to visit Judie, a former coworker of mine, who is in the hospital.  She was involved in a horrendous car accident and got banged up pretty bad: 2 broken arms, 19 rib fractures and a concussion.  Unfortunately though, her coworker & good good friend who was sitting beside her in the car, was killed.  Of course, Judie is having a more difficult time with that than her own injuries.

We talked about old things and what’s ahead of her.  It was the first day things were making sense to her; lots of morphine can cloud your thinking!  Told her about my accident and losing my friend John; hopefully it will help her through this.

Sounds like that yearly Toronto Maple Leafs chant, doesn’t it?  My poor Tiger Cats really took it on the chin this year!  Oh well, a new quarterback and a new General Manager will certainly help.  Can’t wait till next year!