November 18, 2022  · 

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I realize that I have been hard to spot this week, as elusive as the Higgs Particle in quantum physics. It’s just that I’ve had my semi-annual attack of back spasms, which slows me down considerably. The script I had for a muscle relaxer prescribed by my dopey doctor let me down (no pun intended) & so I emptied a bottle of Aleve, which has SOMEWHAT helped. The only problem is that I am having flashbacks to the early 70’s like I’m in the movie with Cool Hand Luke waiting for a bust as the girl washes the windshield of her car and Richard Nixon is the warden saying, “What we have here is a failure to communicate.” The whole world is tinged in pink and I can’t turn off the group Chicago singing “Does Anybody Really Know What Time It Is?” I gotta get better by Thanksgiving.