Yesterday was the day for my quinquennial exhaust port inspection, which I attend to pretty scrupulously on that five-year schedule. Why? Because I have a pretty troubling family history of cancer. Both my father and brother were treated for colon cancer, both my maternal uncles had cancer, and one of my sisters died of breast cancer that developed into everything cancer. It’s a hell of a thing, but if I was to offer any of you True Believers some advice – and I suspect a fair number of you, like me, are males (in the traditional sense) in middle age or older, then see to getting screened at your doctor’s advice.
Just as attending to your required maintenance can help you get a half-million miles out of your car or truck, attending to your body’s required maintenance can increase the mileage you see before finally shuffling off this mortal coil.
But boy howdy, is the prep unpleasant. Worth the trouble – but unpleasant. Today is recovery day, and I’m taking it easy. Other than cranking out the usual content for all you True Believers, of course.
This won’t end well. Real-estate prices are unreasonable, but there are ways around it if you’re a bit flexible. Two of our four kids live in a small town in eastern Iowa for this reason – they can afford to buy houses there. Our other two live in a suburb of Denver and can barely afford an apartment. Not everyone can pick up and just move, though.
Americans kidnapped by Mexican drug cartel were in Mexico seeking a “tummy tuck” surgery. I don’t like to sound heartless, but this is surely a case for Dr. Darwin.
This Week’s Cultural Edification:
In 1984, two Scots named Donald Shaw and Karen Matheson met in Argyle and founded Capercallie, a band named after the great Scottish grouse and dedicated to traditional Gaelic tunes as well as some more modern stuff.
Most of their stuff is in the latter (sort of) genre, and one tune of theirs in particular I like is from their 1995 album To the Moon. That tune, in the traditional Gaelic, is Fear-Allabain (which translates, more or less, into “Scottish Man.” Here it is – enjoy!