Bendy Straws

Yeah yeah, after doing a stretch at Holyoke Hospital last week, I’m back home at the ponderosa, working through physical therapy, and fighting back. I should be back down at the plant soon. I never miss a day of work and I haven’t spent a day in a hospital since my twenties. But that all went to hell.

A lot of people last week got a kick out of the doctors thinking I hit the mat after hitting the paint. Christ, you’d think I was Dean Martin. My good old buddy John Cronin the Hudson Riverkeeper said that comes with the territory when you’ve got a name that sounds like a brand of Irish whiskey.

 

Hey, while at the hospital I was using bendy straws. What a great invention. I haven’t seen those babies since I was a kid. When I’m back in action, I’ll have to see how one works in a tumbler of Jameson.

I gotta say, Bucko, people can really be kind and helpful when you’re down and out. I’ll forever remember my family, friends, and clients and all their incredible support. They've all backed me to the hilt. I’ll also remember how the crew at Holyoke Hospital pulled me through a rough stretch. When you get knocked down, ya gotta appreciate the people who help you get back up. And I do.

Keep your dukes up.


 

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