Podcast 98 Mortality draws us together. Nobody asks me, “What you in here for?” but we’re all vulnerable, sickness and trouble are a great equalizer of people, which makes the everyday more beautiful.
Fresh from having an errant blood vessel in my thigh surgically, permanently, taken out of the game (no residual blood clot, thank you) this entry does get me where I will continue to live. When I went in for my one-week follow-up appointment, everyone on the staff at Vascular Surgery said a pleasant "Good Morning" and inquired as to how I was feeling. Kindness does make most things survivable. My thanks for this reminder.
Dear Garrison, I lived in the US for two years, college, in what can only be described as Lake Wobegon. It even had a Lake where I remember 4th of July picnics and waterskiing. We went to somewhere which was a dead ringer for the Sidetrack. Your writing, and now podcasts, have always brought me joy. Like the pure almond essence I have downstairs, for my Easter baking, your stories distill what is most gladdening about the sweet America I remember.
Now that such terrible things are happening your stories give me hope that at least people know what the good Midwest was, what good looks like.
My plea to those who did not vote for this thing is so welcome with a generous heart, those who did. Desperation led many good people, people like those I knew in the area I lived in, to support false promises. Many redhatters will soon lose their shirt. Be kind to them. They are your brothers and sisters in this good earth. Reach out. Garrison is doing that through the shows, the singing. I remember my stay in my own Lake Wobegon with love. I remember the old America with love, and I want to see her back.
University of Michigan hospital saved me during a heart attack 10 yrs ago this past January. Dr said because I grabbed my cell phone first thing and got 911 there and was at hospital within 15 minutes it all worked how it was suppose to and 2 stents later, 6 weeks off work I was back at it. Driving a u of mich bus. Ready to retire in 2 yrs.....that will make 20 yrs. Doing fine now thanks to UM!!
The importance of kindness in every walk of life was wonderfully shown to our Nation by Jacinda Adern when she was our New Zealand Prime Minister. She is living in the USA now,
Worked 18 years at Mayo and it was the best job I ever had. Their medical expertise saved my life as well. I'm still working on Crow River Waltz, too, but they couldn't help me with that. Thank you for your kind words.
The clinic form of health management is brilliant. I occasionally find mine is the emergency room at Northern Dutchess Hospital in Rhinebeck, NY, inland a few miles from Rhinecliff, which overlooks the Hudson and the Amtrak Railroad line that runs along her shore south to New York City and North to Albany, NY, and from each stay or go.
There are no appointments at various health agencies and doctors in unfamiliar hallways at inconvenient hours and office after office... At the Clinic, everything is there, and at Northern Dutchess, all the tests are done where you are, and if anything is needed, well, that is mapped out, not the Clinic, but it ain't bad.
My comment is admittedly rather complex. To simplify this I’ll leave you peeled back skins off my potato and I’ll respectfully not dig out the eyes.
I’ve been through a lot and now I mash my innards to eat smoothly whipped content. Well lately the potatoe is getting harder to peel. The innards are so thoroughly mashed that they meld with butter and suffer identity crises. The battles between anxiety and depression have been culminating in a draw! I know my own mind and will vote with certainty… but the mere existence of insane conflicts drives me to distraction… and tips my scaled toward depression. Anyway… thanks for listening. I ain’t heavy… and I’m nobody’s brother. Think of me as your 73 year old sister. Bye God! It’s been real.
You touched me again, Garrison. You are a virtual hug, so familiar. Thank you for continuing to write about your days, and for imparting your wisdom to my days.
Fresh from having an errant blood vessel in my thigh surgically, permanently, taken out of the game (no residual blood clot, thank you) this entry does get me where I will continue to live. When I went in for my one-week follow-up appointment, everyone on the staff at Vascular Surgery said a pleasant "Good Morning" and inquired as to how I was feeling. Kindness does make most things survivable. My thanks for this reminder.
Hi Tim
Wow… glad your surgery went well … sent this to my cousins husband who once worked for Mayo
This is the 'magic' of compassionate listening.
Beautiful… thanks for sharing Roger … and hope you have a good Easter.
Sent a copy to my cousin whose husband once
worked at the Mayo
Peace and Ever Good
Scott
Dear Garrison, I lived in the US for two years, college, in what can only be described as Lake Wobegon. It even had a Lake where I remember 4th of July picnics and waterskiing. We went to somewhere which was a dead ringer for the Sidetrack. Your writing, and now podcasts, have always brought me joy. Like the pure almond essence I have downstairs, for my Easter baking, your stories distill what is most gladdening about the sweet America I remember.
Now that such terrible things are happening your stories give me hope that at least people know what the good Midwest was, what good looks like.
My plea to those who did not vote for this thing is so welcome with a generous heart, those who did. Desperation led many good people, people like those I knew in the area I lived in, to support false promises. Many redhatters will soon lose their shirt. Be kind to them. They are your brothers and sisters in this good earth. Reach out. Garrison is doing that through the shows, the singing. I remember my stay in my own Lake Wobegon with love. I remember the old America with love, and I want to see her back.
And thank you again, dear Garrison.
Congratulations. You are the best. I love you. You help me to smile. Thank you for your kindness and support. I love you.
All your readers are hoping you are heading towards health!!! 💓☮️☮️☮️☮️
University of Michigan hospital saved me during a heart attack 10 yrs ago this past January. Dr said because I grabbed my cell phone first thing and got 911 there and was at hospital within 15 minutes it all worked how it was suppose to and 2 stents later, 6 weeks off work I was back at it. Driving a u of mich bus. Ready to retire in 2 yrs.....that will make 20 yrs. Doing fine now thanks to UM!!
The importance of kindness in every walk of life was wonderfully shown to our Nation by Jacinda Adern when she was our New Zealand Prime Minister. She is living in the USA now,
Please look after her.
Worked 18 years at Mayo and it was the best job I ever had. Their medical expertise saved my life as well. I'm still working on Crow River Waltz, too, but they couldn't help me with that. Thank you for your kind words.
I am glad that you are well. Heartfelt greetings from Ann Arbor, where I saw “Prairie Home Companion,” on the stage of the Michigan Theater.
This speaks to me. I think of all the great people (and vilest people) in history, this thought always comes to me:
A GREAT EQUALIZING THOUGHT
Of Kings and Czars and Despots,
The wretched, the huddled masses.
Down through the eons, it’s been humbling to know,
That everyone poops and *passes.
*Dies
From my little book of silly "pomes" Brain Biscuits
Impermanence is a core tenant of Buddhism and Stoicism.
The clinic form of health management is brilliant. I occasionally find mine is the emergency room at Northern Dutchess Hospital in Rhinebeck, NY, inland a few miles from Rhinecliff, which overlooks the Hudson and the Amtrak Railroad line that runs along her shore south to New York City and North to Albany, NY, and from each stay or go.
There are no appointments at various health agencies and doctors in unfamiliar hallways at inconvenient hours and office after office... At the Clinic, everything is there, and at Northern Dutchess, all the tests are done where you are, and if anything is needed, well, that is mapped out, not the Clinic, but it ain't bad.
Enjoyed 4th of July fireworks off Rhinecliff Bridge--such a beautiful area to be!
My comment is admittedly rather complex. To simplify this I’ll leave you peeled back skins off my potato and I’ll respectfully not dig out the eyes.
I’ve been through a lot and now I mash my innards to eat smoothly whipped content. Well lately the potatoe is getting harder to peel. The innards are so thoroughly mashed that they meld with butter and suffer identity crises. The battles between anxiety and depression have been culminating in a draw! I know my own mind and will vote with certainty… but the mere existence of insane conflicts drives me to distraction… and tips my scaled toward depression. Anyway… thanks for listening. I ain’t heavy… and I’m nobody’s brother. Think of me as your 73 year old sister. Bye God! It’s been real.
A lovely piece. Thank you so much.
The soft sweetness of grace; thanks, Garrison, for the reminder.
You touched me again, Garrison. You are a virtual hug, so familiar. Thank you for continuing to write about your days, and for imparting your wisdom to my days.
So sweet. We need all we can get. ❤️