She anounced recently- to the point where she can’t perform anymore.

Well, hells bells, people. I thought Parkinsons was more genetic than anything else, and you either had it or you didn’t. Apparently, though, it’s something you can “Get” or ‘Develop”. Lovely.

Anyway, it’s no fun, and Linda was a big part of the industry in her day- you couldn’t listen to any music station and not hear one of her songs sooner or later- and usually sooner. Here’s hoping that she lives the rest of her life in some dignity andwithout discomfort.

When my dear old friend and confidant Mlle Jenny infomred me of this last night it minded me of something that happened to me when I was a teenager. I knew a certain person who was afflicted with Parkinsons, and he had it fairly severly. In conversation one day, he mentioned that his girlfriend liked the unpredictable nature of his motion during sex. I was a bit taken aback, she was sitting right there! She laughed- she was a spaniard he had met in his travels- she said “Eets like hriding an apalaptic bool!”.

I had a good deal of difficulty keeping myself from laughing out loud, and I think I peed myself a little but and maybe strained something in the process.