Well, the radiology came back and the news was less than optimal. But all it took was for the Doctor to say the words "back surgery" and the pain mysteriously evaporated! I am feeling much better now, thanks.
Lordy lordy, between my various ailments and the breakneck pace of the Landscape Architecture culture it is enough to make a fellow want to sing the blues. Down in Mississippi, where I live, the blues are a part of life. Being as I am, however, a white, slightly neurotic graduate student, I am more an insult to the blues than anything else.
The only thing that keeps me going these days are thoughts of Chapel Hill. Walking down Franklin Street to Fowler's grocery and talking to the nice wine merchant there, or going into Big Bertha to buy a case of Little Kings...drinking coffee at the Hardback and chatting with Randy Ward or Andy Roberts...eating a hamburger at the Continental Cafe while the theatrical bald guy refills my tea...chomping on a morning star salad and sipping iced red zinger at Pyewacket...looking down at passers by from the second floor window in the paperback section of the Intimate Bookshop...happy I am to know that it is all still there and I can take the Greyhound bus anytime I want and be dropped off at the downtown depot there across from the Cradle, next door to the Chrysler dealer...
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Well it might make you feel a little better to know that what you have is referred to as "radiculopathy". It's a funny word. That is in reference to your nerve pain, not the fact that all that you long for exists in another dimension now, and it takes a very special greyhound bus to get to that particular stop from this time- space continuum.
It took me ten years to remember the name of the continental cafe... and you just reminded me of the theatrical bald guy! i remembered the woman all these years, but had forgotten him.
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