“Nobody pooped, twice.” The life and times of Paul Traina
The same day I announce my rock-and-roll tour of the south, the doctor informs us that my father needs three days of spinal surgery over the course of a week… that week right at the start of the trip.
Trip’s chance of survival: 0%
My father/20+ hours of surgery/76 years old chance of survival: 50%?
Today’s news: priceless
I guess I picked the wrong day to start blogging.
Update: Surgery went ok, he lived, but recovery is not happening well.
Is there intelligent life between Interstates 5 and 95?
The plan for November is to take the whole month off and do a road trip of the deep south…by air in the Cirrus.
Our intrepid reporters will be in search of: Appalachian Americans, Voodoo Country, NASCAR, four foot tall Jewish ladies from Palm Beach who voted for Pat Buchanan, and the King’s bloated corpse.
Current planned stops: Austin, New Orleans, Miami, Nassau, Orlando, Charleston, Asheville, and Memphis.
If you have any fine sites along the way you want to suggest, let me know.
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