Hello, hello, hello, all you rock ‘n’ rollers! Guy Hogan is my name and blogging is my game. Welcome to my blog of culture for adults only. It was a mild (high around 60) day in The ‘Burgh with plenty of sunshine. I’m still feeling the good vibes from my new karaoke schedule: karaoke at Nico’s in Little Italy the first Saturday night of every month and karaoke at Sonny’s Tavern in Little Italy the first Sunday night of every month.
Let the good times roll!
Of course, everything behind the scenes is not all fun and games. One of my younger brothers lives in an assisted living facility. His health is poor. I see him about once a month and every time I do he slips me a twenty-dollar bill. He has no money problems. Just health problems.
So, last month when he told me he needed someone to escort him to a veterans hospital to have a procedure performed (a colonoscopy) I said sure I would escort him. The veterans hospital I go to is about a twenty-minute walk from my apartment building; but the veterans hospital that he goes to is about a twenty-minute car drive away. The problem is neither of us owns a car. We’ll have to use one of these private car services (Access) to get to the hospital. And his procedure is for eight in the morning. Which means I have to get up like at 4:30 a.m. for the half-an-hour walk to his assisted living facility to arrive by 6:00 a.m. The car service will pick us up at 6:30 a.m. Then when we arrive at the hospital around 7:00 a.m., he’ll be able to fill out all the forms before the procedure at 8:00 a.m.
(I had to buy a small digital clock to get up on time. I didn’t own a clock. I still don’t own a wrist watch or a cell phone to tell time by.)
Oh, well, what’s an older brother good for if he can’t help out a younger brother.
Hail to Pitt!
This is Guy Hogan reporting for the Pittsburgh Flash Fiction Gazette.
PS All of the photos of this blog post were sampled from Egotastic All Stars.