“but not badly enough to need an emergency room visit.”
He said that to me when he was driving me to the ER. I was bleeding all over the front seat of his brand new Chrysler Imperial, a 1965 if I remember right. I’d climbed a tree using a cinder block as a step up. The predictable happened and I fell landing right on the block laying my head open.
Once my head was stitched up I had to clean all the blood up.
I miss my granddad terribly these days.
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My oldest son broke his femur skateboarding last year; he was 24. The first thing I said to him after his surgery was, “Bill, you’re too old for skateboarding!” “I know!” he moaned. (Miracles of modern medicine: he’s running marathons again only a year later.)
I miss my father a lot. His birthday is only a few days away. That’s why I’m so annoyed at the late Mr. Cash.