OK, I am staggering to the Election Finish Line with renewed fervor! After limping around since April with a sore this and a strained that, I finally had x-rays taken in September, which culminated in my Halloween Treat of a hip replacement surgery. What's the old saying? "Laugh and the world laughs with you; cry and you get Democratic votes"? (I might need to Google that). In any case, the first orthopedists I spoke with said they might be able to schedule me for surgery next January, to which one of my devoted daughters replied, 'Wow, and we're not even Canadian!".
But this is America, and we can do better! And after some recuperation and rehab I will be doing better again. The doctor did not actually promise to make Tom Maguire great again, but that is the plan.
And I am sure you're curious, so yes - I did ask each doctor if I would be able to play the piano after the operation. In what I take as a tribute to the high quality of our medical educational system, none of them actually fell for that old chestnut. Nor did I collect a prize for being the Millionth Patient to attempt that joke, but hey - if every little comic foray paid off I'd be writing for David Burge or something.