Scar

This is my scar 9 days after the triple bypass. Although it was physically and emotionally traumatizing, I can't believe I feel so good so quickly. I had what they call a left-sided failure because one of my ventricles was completely clogged. Most people with this condition die from a heart attack before they even discover they have a problem and according to the doctors, the Grim Reaper has been holding my hand for a few months now. Fortunately, I was in the best shape of my life and recognized something was wrong when I started having shortness of breath. My cardiologist got me into surgery before I had a stroke or heart attack or worse and added 25 years to my life with my remodeled healthy heart. He also tells me that I will be better, faster and stronger than before once I fully recover. The way I look at it, this scar is more a symbol of my good fortune than anything. Many thanks to my family, friends and wonderful girlfriend for their love and support.

Max & Cats

Our cats, Mr. Liger and Baby Bell, love to chill with Maxwell. Of course, Maxwell is wearing my clothes because it is easier than doing his laundry.

Oh Shit!

So when I drive up behind Leroy, I have to slow to an immediate crawl because he is driving the company van at 20 mph. Meanwhile, little Bobby, in the car behind me, decides to toss his Power Ranger out the window. Mommy turns around and starts chastising little Bobby. Unfortunately, Mommy forgets that she is driving a car going 65 mph. I hear tires squealing and look in my rear view mirror. Mommy's and my eyes lock. We both mouth, "Oh Shit!" in perfect unison.