Neanderpundit

So last weekend, my dear old friend and confidant Mlle Jenny is on her way to Road Atlanta, where she is a timekeeper, does all the tough work of making sure everyone’s every second is counted.

And on the way her co-worker, who is driving, says “Oh! I think I hit a dog!” they hear a thump but it’s too dark and too late to do much about it, and Jenny doesn’t see anything, they drive on.

Sometime later they go to the drive up at a mcDonalds for breakfast. And arrive in the dark at the racetrack, unload their equipment, get set up. And the driver returns to the car for something he’s forgotten, to see this: Continue Reading »

I like t go into a local eating establishment where I have eaten regularly. I like having the girl get my order straight. I like seeing the cook wash his hands and then start preparing my order. I like it when he turns up the flame on the kebab to give the edges that crispiness I like, and they batter the shrooms just before they drop him. I like it when they dip deep into the lemon rice soup and give me big chunks of chicken along with lots of rice. I like it when they have my whole order ready in just a few minutes. I like it when they proprietor himself smiles and thanks me. Good service anywhere is not common, but damn, I like it when I get it.

He sounded very damned good for someone recovering from a stroke; he’s moving around and doing therapy. His goal is to get back to his pre- stroke condition, and his doctors said probably not. Maybe they don’t know how stubborn he is. I do.

He wants to get back online and post again, but cannot log into his blog and needs some help. Is there someone near him who can help him with this? It would be nice to hear from him again and he wants to post on his progress and.. well, he’s a writer, and writers need to write.