"Trust not the physician; his antidotes are poison!" (Timon of Athens)

I'm waiting now for my poetry book, SHADOWS in the SUNSET to make its appearance on Amazon, Borders and 120 other online bookstores. It contains the same poems as MEMOIRS of a TAIL GUNNER and the early color edition I had titled ADDENDA and ADDENDA II. SHADOWS is a black and white version with most of the poems formatted with images by Barbara and Joel. (Son and DiLaw). It's much cheaper than the color version selling for about ten $. It's worth every penny. I slaved over those poems so if you buy the book I will feel emancipated by your proclamation ... I mean your by your "proclivity" to purchase.

I'm home alone now, and have been for most of the morning. Rho had a doctor's appointment and then went to lunch with Phyllis, a long time friend of ours. It's 3pm now and time for my afternoon pills. I know where they are, but have no idea what she puts in those little boxes that have the days of the week listed on them, along with "Morning, Afternoon, and Bedtime". If Rhoda leaves me--one way or the other--I'll be in a deep morass unless she leaves a note with the clues or a list in a section of her will. If not, I'm afraid this blog will peter out. (No pun intended).

Speaking of pills, doctors, and apothecaries--tonite in our clubhouse, "Sicko" is the film. We have a good film every Tuesday. I heard this was a good one; about health care in our country and around the world. Health care, to me at least, is in the top 3 issues to be decided in the next election (too bad it's not today). As far as I know, and my knowledge may be sciolistic, Hillary has the best plan--and I would love to see another woman President besides my wife. Perhaps Bill might give me a clue as to how to make the beds, empty the dishwasher, do the laundry, cook dinners, and take out the garbage. Caio.