Obama Care, San Diego.

"Only if the computers work on January the first." 
  
  I had just motored down from L.A, and had time for a quick number one meal at the Tip Top Cafe in Carlsbad. I had left at five thirty and arrived at the famous cafe at seven fifteen. 
  I sat down to toast, two strips of bacon, scrambled eggs and coffee. After my toilet, I returned to Dolly, my car, and took Palomar Road to San Marcos to a dermatologist. It is a fifteen minute trek to the hospital a block or two from the 15 freeway. 
  The song Ava Maria plays in my head. I take Discovery Blvd to my final destination. What used to be my gorgeous freckles are now liver spots or some type of Keratosis. 
  I arrive exactly at eight o'clock. A Philippine nurse escorts me to a room and asks me why I am here. She seems troubled. 
   "We have added staff to fill the needs of our universal health care which begins on January first...What are you in for?" 
  After the usual answers, I hear a knocking at the door. Dr. Torch arrives but looks quite different than two years ago. No longer is the Hollywood, California doctor bald. Hair had grown. 
  I call him Dr. Torch since he used too much anti-freeze to remove my cancerous skin pimples. He seems in a happy mood. 
  "I am the fastest zapper in the hospital, but patients have complained of my speed."  
   "How is Kaiser boning up for Obama health care?"
   "If the computers work, I foresee no problems."
   He zapped four our five malignant spots and I left to the Coaster ten o'clock train to San Diego. My head burned a bit, but I felt happy I had lived long enough to enjoy my two grand daughters in Los Angeles. 
   The Coaster is filled to capacity The ticket man enters our compartment and stops at an elderly couple who sit in back of me. 
   "Where are your tickets?"     
   "We were told we could buy them on the train. And we barely made it on time." 
   "When you get to the Santa Fe Station, buy the tickets at the machines. Have a good day." 
   We arrived in Santa Fe. After detraining, I noticed a crowded Pacific Highway, and a throng line up on Harbor Drive. I had forgot that it was the Eleventh of November, and Veterans Day.  

   Yet I too am a Veteran. To have brought up two beautiful daughters, and now two gorgeous grand daughters. Allison and Olivia are perfect, even though I have vaulted many hurdles to make it happen.  I  did it. I did it. I did it. And I live to see it!