The Travails of George continued in Huntington Beach. Still closeted in bed two of room 136, Mel is is still eating and walking. The city undertaker removed two to the gurney earlier, but Mel fights to stay alive by moving and eating.
The other day I had a fight with the social worker. She has done nothing to move Mel into a bed and care home. Chris wished for me to do the leg work when that is her job. ""I will compromise with you Mr.." I cut her off!
"You job is to get him into the bed and care, but I will do you a favor. Make a few calls to make sure there are openings and will take one with Brother's Mel's ailments.
"I will give you a list and you do it!"
As you can see, there is a lack of transparency, and accountability at the Sea Crest Health Center. They still do everything the old fashion way. Why I can't even get a list of his medication. Do they wish I get a power of attorney. No! I am throwing it back into their face.
With a heavy inversion layer of muck, pollen and mold it has been a struggle to breathe, much less walk anywhere.
Huntington Beach has no transportation system like San Diego, Carlsbad or Los Angeles. The rails from the Red Line train have been severed for a long time. It takes me four buses and two trains to visit my daughter in Los Angeles. Yesterday morning i needed to ventilate so I took the 29 Metro bus to the Buena Park Train Station.
I climbed aboard the nine thirty Metro headed for Los Angeles. I arrived at about ten and walked to to the underground to pick up the Purple Line. I got off on Seventh Street and took two staircases to street level.
Outside now, the sky opened up and I could breathe. There was no inversion layer but just like when Moses parted the ocean, I could walk without straining my lungs. The westerly winds were just what the good-old-doctor ordered.
I ordered two microfilms of the All Star Game held in Chicago in 1940 and J-Pegged the pictures needed for my Schindler Story. I couldn't help but see the damage done by the German bombing of London and a caricature of Joe Stalin lynching Trotsky. Trotsky had been assassinated in Mexico must prior to Chicago's All Star Game.
Inside the bathrooms, the homeless wash and do everything that they would do if inside their own bathroom: washing socks, brushing teeth and spending a long time in the toilet compartment. It is a friendly library.
At one o'clock I decided to go to Santa Monica, but not ride the merry-go-round, just see how the Expo line has changed the demographics of Santa Monica. The Rapid Purple bus took me to Fourth Street where I walked down Colorado and joined the multitude of folks who had arrived by train, skateboard, bike or car.
I felt like a football game would be played on the beach, instead crowds huddled everywhere. Thursday Night would have a live band, but more than that, Santa Monica was the attraction. I went to the bathrooms next to the gymnastic apparatus and took-it-all-in. Next to me a many dressed in a costume played with some kind of a spider. Across was a man who climbed the ropes and dangled on the bars with his feet.
"What kind of a spider ya-got there?"
"Baby scorpion...It is non lethal...Mother is home. She eats grasshoppers, dead mice and just about anything..found her in Simi Valley under rocks."
Just then I heard a thunder of applause.
A man was swinging from one ring to the next and so forth and then returning The man who had assailed and climbed the ropes came over and saw something moving. He ran after a sand mouse. Now as it was getting late and the Hot Dog on a Stick had a line of over fifty people. I decided to return on the EXPO LINE.
I spent a total of $1.50 to return to Huntington Beach with a new found energy. But my day was not over. At the Pacific View outdoor patio, a man played the violin like nobody could to thunderous ovations. I took it all in until my seven fifty five 29 bus arrived and I treated myself to a Brothers Five hamburger.
Friday, June 23, 2017
Wednesday, June 7, 2017
Still Alive in Surf City
On Sunday, I entered Mel's room to find him comatose -- or it seemed that way. I could not have been more shocked. I thought he might be dead. No matter how hard I tried to elicit a response, there was none.
I called in a LVN to take Mel's vital signs and was told she would come in about thirty minutes. Mel's dinner plate of two hot dogs had gone uneaten. The nurse came in and told me his blood pressure was normal.
"Earlier I asked him to take his medication and he refused."
"Now how can he take his medication if he is out cold?!"
Mel could not speak. I left him at about seven and returned my apartment. I wondered if I would be called when the coroner showed up and prepared for a cremation. I read that the cheapest one could cost about six hundred dollars. Of course my sleep had been fractured. Back early the next morning at the Sea Cliff Health Center, I moved to room 235 B. He could speak and I was able to help him sit up.
"What day is this?"
"Monday Mel."
"I am through!"
"Mel, if you can sit up and eat, their is still life in you."
His hands could barely hold a fork and they twitched. AGAIN HE REPEATED THAT HE WAS "THROUGH".
He went back to sleep, all alone in his room. I knew it had to be the revisit of brain cancer or just too many pills...or maybe a severe depression perhaps. When he had been admitted over seven months ago, a nurse told me he had brain cancer. I asked the head nurse at the head of the hospice.
"Can you tell me what pills my brother Melvyn is taking?" It did not take him long to review his monitor.
He told me that one that began with a B was ten milligrams and quite high. He also told me Mel had been taking Norco for pain. I scampered to the library and on the computer it noted that these two drugs together could cause a coma and even death together.
But what really irked me was that Mel had been celebrating his birthday. Yes he was born on the 27th of May and to honor him, I fed him t-bones and corn for a week. He was strolling,singing and even going outside. Why even his eye lid opened a bit so he could see out of his left eye...His right is totally blind. Mel was jubilant!
Since I knew that his vital signs were OK, and I asserted my concern about his lack of care, I felt better on Tuesday and put away the phone numbers of cremation societies. Too bad that the Sea Cliff was not computerized so I could see how much and for what he had been given. I wondered how many suffered the indignity of an early exit due to too much medication.
I called in a LVN to take Mel's vital signs and was told she would come in about thirty minutes. Mel's dinner plate of two hot dogs had gone uneaten. The nurse came in and told me his blood pressure was normal.
"Earlier I asked him to take his medication and he refused."
"Now how can he take his medication if he is out cold?!"
Mel could not speak. I left him at about seven and returned my apartment. I wondered if I would be called when the coroner showed up and prepared for a cremation. I read that the cheapest one could cost about six hundred dollars. Of course my sleep had been fractured. Back early the next morning at the Sea Cliff Health Center, I moved to room 235 B. He could speak and I was able to help him sit up.
"What day is this?"
"Monday Mel."
"I am through!"
"Mel, if you can sit up and eat, their is still life in you."
His hands could barely hold a fork and they twitched. AGAIN HE REPEATED THAT HE WAS "THROUGH".
He went back to sleep, all alone in his room. I knew it had to be the revisit of brain cancer or just too many pills...or maybe a severe depression perhaps. When he had been admitted over seven months ago, a nurse told me he had brain cancer. I asked the head nurse at the head of the hospice.
"Can you tell me what pills my brother Melvyn is taking?" It did not take him long to review his monitor.
He told me that one that began with a B was ten milligrams and quite high. He also told me Mel had been taking Norco for pain. I scampered to the library and on the computer it noted that these two drugs together could cause a coma and even death together.
But what really irked me was that Mel had been celebrating his birthday. Yes he was born on the 27th of May and to honor him, I fed him t-bones and corn for a week. He was strolling,singing and even going outside. Why even his eye lid opened a bit so he could see out of his left eye...His right is totally blind. Mel was jubilant!
Since I knew that his vital signs were OK, and I asserted my concern about his lack of care, I felt better on Tuesday and put away the phone numbers of cremation societies. Too bad that the Sea Cliff was not computerized so I could see how much and for what he had been given. I wondered how many suffered the indignity of an early exit due to too much medication.
Thursday, June 1, 2017
A Slice of Huntington Beach
Exhausted, yes downright pupped, I slithered into Vons off of Beach and took up a chair. Vons Market sit inside the largest strip mall in Huntington Beach. Mary Calendars is the port hole of this large strip mall. The Target Store and Howards are the main patrons.
A cluster of round tables with chairs graced the entrance. In front of me was Starbucks waiting for a shark and a in house pizza store. Up ahead were Wells Fargo and the bathrooms with a blood pressure machine at its entrance
It is three o'clock and my brother Mel wishes another T-bone steak. It appears that he has beaten brain cancer and his left eye lid is opened now wider. His birthday was the 27th and he turned 76 years of age. Of course with the T bone comes corn on the cob.
But I am tired and hanker for a pizza slice. a couple come in and since I am in no hurry, give them my turn. The man asks me if he can buy a pizza for me and I decline. Things like that just don't happen in Beverly Hills. It is my turn.
"Take a slice with pepperoni on top....How much?"
"I take out two bills from my wallet and removed change from my front pocket and dribble coins on the counter .
The young red-headed-kid surveys his guest, me, and points to a lonely pizza on a display case.
'"Keep your change. This one is on the house."
Well now, I am real tired and hungry after a busy day in downtown L.A. I smile and accept the gratuity. The slice of Huntington Beach tastes scrumptious. I devour it and have a bit of thirst. I wonder of all of my missing teeth had something to do with the free cheese.
Yesterday, I spent all day screaming at a gopher for the manager of insurance at the L.A Board. At least I came up with the name of Hironimus. But now with an inversion layer, I paid a good price for this trip.
I then rechecked my blood pressure and it was a cut below high, and for me it was good enough. I then proceeded to the meat department and surveyed the beef. I bought a nice looking T bone for eleven and change for my brother and a ugly sister for me. I also bought some cherries, two heads of corn and a drink.
Two lines were flooded with customers, and the one I chose seemed to have a personality at the cashiers helm. The old man, my age, was bent over without a hair on his polished head. He was deliberate and took an extraordinary amount of time with the two patrons ahead of me. It was my turn and I produced a hundred dollar bill from my wallet. I gave him my Vons card and he examined the bill.
"Looks mighty old. Need to check to see if Ben Franklin is good. We've had nine, yes nine phony hundred dollar bills lately."
The tall Mr. Clean returned and ironed out my change I took my bag and sat down. I drank some fluid and then dug into the cherry bag. There is something about chewing on a cherry and spitting out the seed.
Now that pizza slice and the pure air inside Von's gave me a lift to get back to my apartment and cook the steak for Mel...That night back at the Museum of Wax, Mel ate the T bone and then some. The food at the Sea Cliff Health center skims the pots of what is needed for survival. Mel not only ate the meat but the part of the bone.
A cluster of round tables with chairs graced the entrance. In front of me was Starbucks waiting for a shark and a in house pizza store. Up ahead were Wells Fargo and the bathrooms with a blood pressure machine at its entrance
It is three o'clock and my brother Mel wishes another T-bone steak. It appears that he has beaten brain cancer and his left eye lid is opened now wider. His birthday was the 27th and he turned 76 years of age. Of course with the T bone comes corn on the cob.
But I am tired and hanker for a pizza slice. a couple come in and since I am in no hurry, give them my turn. The man asks me if he can buy a pizza for me and I decline. Things like that just don't happen in Beverly Hills. It is my turn.
"Take a slice with pepperoni on top....How much?"
"I take out two bills from my wallet and removed change from my front pocket and dribble coins on the counter .
The young red-headed-kid surveys his guest, me, and points to a lonely pizza on a display case.
'"Keep your change. This one is on the house."
Well now, I am real tired and hungry after a busy day in downtown L.A. I smile and accept the gratuity. The slice of Huntington Beach tastes scrumptious. I devour it and have a bit of thirst. I wonder of all of my missing teeth had something to do with the free cheese.
Yesterday, I spent all day screaming at a gopher for the manager of insurance at the L.A Board. At least I came up with the name of Hironimus. But now with an inversion layer, I paid a good price for this trip.
I then rechecked my blood pressure and it was a cut below high, and for me it was good enough. I then proceeded to the meat department and surveyed the beef. I bought a nice looking T bone for eleven and change for my brother and a ugly sister for me. I also bought some cherries, two heads of corn and a drink.
Two lines were flooded with customers, and the one I chose seemed to have a personality at the cashiers helm. The old man, my age, was bent over without a hair on his polished head. He was deliberate and took an extraordinary amount of time with the two patrons ahead of me. It was my turn and I produced a hundred dollar bill from my wallet. I gave him my Vons card and he examined the bill.
"Looks mighty old. Need to check to see if Ben Franklin is good. We've had nine, yes nine phony hundred dollar bills lately."
The tall Mr. Clean returned and ironed out my change I took my bag and sat down. I drank some fluid and then dug into the cherry bag. There is something about chewing on a cherry and spitting out the seed.
Now that pizza slice and the pure air inside Von's gave me a lift to get back to my apartment and cook the steak for Mel...That night back at the Museum of Wax, Mel ate the T bone and then some. The food at the Sea Cliff Health center skims the pots of what is needed for survival. Mel not only ate the meat but the part of the bone.
Friday, May 12, 2017
Brother's Day in Surf City
It has been over six months that George has been feeding his brother. He needed a break but God would not allow it. Hell, as much as he tried, Mel had been resembling a zombie. All he wished to do was sleep. He knew that Mel had been having severe back and neck pain and thought that possibly it was due to a brain infection...although Mel had always had severe head aches.
Four bus rides and a book about Eddie Rickenbacker helped him forget the Wax Museum in the rear of his apartment. But when six thirty came around, there was George at his bedside. Mel was dead asleep...and at first thought he might be dead. But when he had turned on the T.V. Mel's right leg moved. Slowly, ever so slowly Mel climbed out of his stupor and sat up. (Rickenbacker shot down twenty two German planes in W.W. 1. He was the ace of all aces.)
"What day is it? Where is my breakfast?"
"Didn't you eat today?"
"No!"
"Here is some Panda Express."
"Feed me! I can't see!
While he fed him, one fork at a time, he wondered why the assistants did not feed him.
Were they allowing him to slowly cash in his chips?
After he had revived my brother. he exited to the desk and found nobody at home. Nobody would be overseeing Mel again. But Mel did eat and drink some liquids, so he knew he would survive, or he prayed that he would. It felt good to supplant the ones who should have fed him.
Yet the next morning, he entered his room 235B and found him up and awake with no pain. Again he helped to feed him, one fork at a time. And Again he complained, one word at a time.
"I am blind. I can't see!"
But George did see the problem. Mel's left eye's lid covered the eye, and my research showed a procedure could raise the blinds so that he could see the sun some out again. In my head, I began to sing, 'The sun will come out, tomorrow..." At eight thirty he told the desk nurse that he wished Mel to have a procedure that would alleviate the hanging blind over his eye.
Yes it was Brother's Day in Surf City...and why not, his birthday would be coming up in the month of May and by God, he would make it to 76.
Four bus rides and a book about Eddie Rickenbacker helped him forget the Wax Museum in the rear of his apartment. But when six thirty came around, there was George at his bedside. Mel was dead asleep...and at first thought he might be dead. But when he had turned on the T.V. Mel's right leg moved. Slowly, ever so slowly Mel climbed out of his stupor and sat up. (Rickenbacker shot down twenty two German planes in W.W. 1. He was the ace of all aces.)
"What day is it? Where is my breakfast?"
"Didn't you eat today?"
"No!"
"Here is some Panda Express."
"Feed me! I can't see!
While he fed him, one fork at a time, he wondered why the assistants did not feed him.
Were they allowing him to slowly cash in his chips?
After he had revived my brother. he exited to the desk and found nobody at home. Nobody would be overseeing Mel again. But Mel did eat and drink some liquids, so he knew he would survive, or he prayed that he would. It felt good to supplant the ones who should have fed him.
Yet the next morning, he entered his room 235B and found him up and awake with no pain. Again he helped to feed him, one fork at a time. And Again he complained, one word at a time.
"I am blind. I can't see!"
But George did see the problem. Mel's left eye's lid covered the eye, and my research showed a procedure could raise the blinds so that he could see the sun some out again. In my head, I began to sing, 'The sun will come out, tomorrow..." At eight thirty he told the desk nurse that he wished Mel to have a procedure that would alleviate the hanging blind over his eye.
Yes it was Brother's Day in Surf City...and why not, his birthday would be coming up in the month of May and by God, he would make it to 76.
Thursday, May 11, 2017
Surf City Dream
Ever since George spoke to his prostate doctor, His memory has re-harvested long lost memories. This morning was no exception. Since that day in Anaheim he took his advise and removed bread and ice cream from his diet. That was three weeks ago.
The night before, he lost his keys and car in a dream, but at least he found his keys when he awoke. While George ate his Trader Joe's Corn Flakes, two names surfaced while he spooned the cereal to his mouth: Rosenberg and Briggs.
These names snapped,crackled and popped into his head. One was his Greco-wrestling class as a freshmen at U.C.L.A. The other one was a doctor at a medical clinic beside the Huntington Memorial Hospital. But let me go and let George take over.
Briggs was my physical fitness teacher at U.C.L.A. I took the class in 1958 while pledging the fraternity Tau Delta Phi. Every other day, we practiced wrestling inside a gym. On one occasion I used a fireman's carry and pinned a large student to the Matt. Unfortunately, Briggs had me up against the same man again. As my asthma flared up, my energy had been snapped and he slammed me to the mat. I turned my head in the nick of time and my shoulder hit with a thud.
My shoulder never did heal. I learned that nobody could out-distance me in a race or do more pull ups then. It was one of two courses I received a B in at the school. The other class was business calculus. I could not read without any comprehension.
The other name, Rosenberg surfaced also that morning. Mel had been a patient of his and must have hurt my brother badly the first time. A Dr. Jennings had referred him for that doctor. Mel told me that he had hurt him and was reluctant to return.
But Melvyn did return with an appointment to see the dermatologist. A shuttle from Sea Cliff took us to his medical building. Before we entered the first time, I glanced through his office. Just ass we entered the door, the good doctor must have seen us as I saw a him look at Mel and then the nurse He waved to a secretary as if telling her not to allow him inside.
The secretary told us that he did not have an appointment. The second time we did, but he screamed that he had no clue as to "why we came." It had been a Dr. Gray who phoned me and told me that the Sea Cliff should take a biopsy...Sea Cliff never received any papers from the H.B. hospital.
The second time the name cropped up after a Dr. Gray had called me to warn me that his ear infection must was critical. The Sea Cliff had no notes from the Huntington Memorial Hospital that released him to Sea Cliff.
Again no coordination or transparency existed then or now.
The night before, he lost his keys and car in a dream, but at least he found his keys when he awoke. While George ate his Trader Joe's Corn Flakes, two names surfaced while he spooned the cereal to his mouth: Rosenberg and Briggs.
These names snapped,crackled and popped into his head. One was his Greco-wrestling class as a freshmen at U.C.L.A. The other one was a doctor at a medical clinic beside the Huntington Memorial Hospital. But let me go and let George take over.
Briggs was my physical fitness teacher at U.C.L.A. I took the class in 1958 while pledging the fraternity Tau Delta Phi. Every other day, we practiced wrestling inside a gym. On one occasion I used a fireman's carry and pinned a large student to the Matt. Unfortunately, Briggs had me up against the same man again. As my asthma flared up, my energy had been snapped and he slammed me to the mat. I turned my head in the nick of time and my shoulder hit with a thud.
My shoulder never did heal. I learned that nobody could out-distance me in a race or do more pull ups then. It was one of two courses I received a B in at the school. The other class was business calculus. I could not read without any comprehension.
The other name, Rosenberg surfaced also that morning. Mel had been a patient of his and must have hurt my brother badly the first time. A Dr. Jennings had referred him for that doctor. Mel told me that he had hurt him and was reluctant to return.
But Melvyn did return with an appointment to see the dermatologist. A shuttle from Sea Cliff took us to his medical building. Before we entered the first time, I glanced through his office. Just ass we entered the door, the good doctor must have seen us as I saw a him look at Mel and then the nurse He waved to a secretary as if telling her not to allow him inside.
The secretary told us that he did not have an appointment. The second time we did, but he screamed that he had no clue as to "why we came." It had been a Dr. Gray who phoned me and told me that the Sea Cliff should take a biopsy...Sea Cliff never received any papers from the H.B. hospital.
The second time the name cropped up after a Dr. Gray had called me to warn me that his ear infection must was critical. The Sea Cliff had no notes from the Huntington Memorial Hospital that released him to Sea Cliff.
Again no coordination or transparency existed then or now.
Surf City's House of Wax
The House of Wax appears to be any old motel. It sits a block off of Main on Florida Street. Its gateway is Trader Joe's and the Java restaurant off of the Five Points Shopping Center.
It appears that Florida Street had been excised from the rest of Huntington Beach as a recluse for the aged and dying. Inside the House of Wax sleeps Brother Mel Ben Garrett. Inside the Sea Cliff Health Care Center sleep hundreds of others. Tier One is for those where a cure just might be possible and they sleep here on a temporary basis.
Among other ailments, he suffered from an ear infection that apparently metastasized into brain cancer perhaps because a serious ear growth had been treated with ear drops at the Pacific Spartan Assistant Living Center in Westminster City.
George has visited Mel for over six months now. The act comes without thinking as he drives in neutral with God at the controls. It is important for George to subsidize his diet and his happy that he is served a burger for lunch and a good breakfast. But he seldom gets outside for a trip to Norms or the beach. His car had been stolen from the Five Points Apartments on the corner.
Two others have died in bed number one inside the fourth hall way and Mel remembers waking up to the sounds of a coroner as the lifted the cold one into a litter. Kim has only slept there overnight as Mel awoke with the sound of an oxygen machine and coughing.
"Get his eyes open please!"
Kim was wheeled away and the room deloused in he morning When George entered later in the day, a cleaner had removed the bedding bed and grumbled in Spanish his plight. Outside the name of Kim had been darken but not removed. No matter what, Mel waits for his food to be served. And I am there to feed him at night.
George tries to end his day with a trip to the City View Shopping Center. There is something about viewing the ocean and watching the couples holding hands that makes the day worth it.
It appears that Florida Street had been excised from the rest of Huntington Beach as a recluse for the aged and dying. Inside the House of Wax sleeps Brother Mel Ben Garrett. Inside the Sea Cliff Health Care Center sleep hundreds of others. Tier One is for those where a cure just might be possible and they sleep here on a temporary basis.
Among other ailments, he suffered from an ear infection that apparently metastasized into brain cancer perhaps because a serious ear growth had been treated with ear drops at the Pacific Spartan Assistant Living Center in Westminster City.
George has visited Mel for over six months now. The act comes without thinking as he drives in neutral with God at the controls. It is important for George to subsidize his diet and his happy that he is served a burger for lunch and a good breakfast. But he seldom gets outside for a trip to Norms or the beach. His car had been stolen from the Five Points Apartments on the corner.
Two others have died in bed number one inside the fourth hall way and Mel remembers waking up to the sounds of a coroner as the lifted the cold one into a litter. Kim has only slept there overnight as Mel awoke with the sound of an oxygen machine and coughing.
"Get his eyes open please!"
Kim was wheeled away and the room deloused in he morning When George entered later in the day, a cleaner had removed the bedding bed and grumbled in Spanish his plight. Outside the name of Kim had been darken but not removed. No matter what, Mel waits for his food to be served. And I am there to feed him at night.
George tries to end his day with a trip to the City View Shopping Center. There is something about viewing the ocean and watching the couples holding hands that makes the day worth it.
Friday, May 5, 2017
An Upset at the A.V.P
George had a busy morning. He visited a Dodge Dealership off Beach and then went to a seminar at the Olive Garden. His brother of 75 years might be dead meat now-- at any time. The $2000 he had drawn from the Sea Cliff Health Center would go for a car. He then sat down at the Olive Garden for a seminar on a cremation provided by Smart Cremation.
"All it costs is $4,050 and today only, a $250 deposit will insure your loved one's space inside a lovely gilded urn covered with satin...We will pick up and do everything for your loved ones. You can use your credit card to pay the balance monthly..."
After the free lunch and talk, He took the number 29 beach bus to Main Street Huntington Beach. The library is on Main and a block away on Fifth is Bruxie,where his burger waffle was waiting...but after feeding my taste buds, He wished to partake in beach volleyball again, not as a player but a spectator. He found a lovely spot and sat down.beside an outside court.
"Did you save this spot just for me?"
"Go right ahead. My shade is your shade."
"Where you from?"
" Riverside...took freeway here with friend. Will stay at Costa Mesa with friend."
"Save time and money by getting on the number one P. C.H. bus. Will drop you off right here!"
George and Mike volleyed words back and forth until Mike mentioned that he played with Mr. Volleyball, Bobby Barber and Gene Selznick at Muscle Beach, south of the Santa Monica Pier
"Gene had two kids and Dana became a coach for beach pros. Bobby's oldest kid also taught the pros but had a leg amputated....
"I have five albums of Muscle Beach and get in touch with Chris. They are on the market. Sheb Conway willed them for me before he passed on."
In the back ground, a bunch of mothers and wives screamed for the two underdogs. And the younger, but home team men from Huntington Beach beat the team with names, one of witch got a gold in Australia. They were jubilant when their home town boy's beat the favorites.
"Got to go now and feed my brother. He has brain cancer and lives in back of me
After a bus ride home, George visited his brother Mel, as he has for over six months. The Sea Cliff Health Center is a block from his apartment. As he approached the fourth tier of the nursing home, he saw the cleaner mopping the floor. The bed's mattress and sheets were gone. Mr. Clean muttered a few Mexican obscenities In bed two Mel got up and sallied forth a few barbs as to what happened to Bed one.
"Gurney came today for Christie. He had been coughing all night and I had to listen to an Oxygen machine. Could not sleep. The coroner told a nurse to open his eyes...George did you bring me spaghetti?
"No but I will go to Panda to buy you some chow main. Did Dr. Lecter see you yesterday?.(More to come.)
"All it costs is $4,050 and today only, a $250 deposit will insure your loved one's space inside a lovely gilded urn covered with satin...We will pick up and do everything for your loved ones. You can use your credit card to pay the balance monthly..."
After the free lunch and talk, He took the number 29 beach bus to Main Street Huntington Beach. The library is on Main and a block away on Fifth is Bruxie,where his burger waffle was waiting...but after feeding my taste buds, He wished to partake in beach volleyball again, not as a player but a spectator. He found a lovely spot and sat down.beside an outside court.
"Did you save this spot just for me?"
"Go right ahead. My shade is your shade."
"Where you from?"
" Riverside...took freeway here with friend. Will stay at Costa Mesa with friend."
"Save time and money by getting on the number one P. C.H. bus. Will drop you off right here!"
George and Mike volleyed words back and forth until Mike mentioned that he played with Mr. Volleyball, Bobby Barber and Gene Selznick at Muscle Beach, south of the Santa Monica Pier
"Gene had two kids and Dana became a coach for beach pros. Bobby's oldest kid also taught the pros but had a leg amputated....
"I have five albums of Muscle Beach and get in touch with Chris. They are on the market. Sheb Conway willed them for me before he passed on."
In the back ground, a bunch of mothers and wives screamed for the two underdogs. And the younger, but home team men from Huntington Beach beat the team with names, one of witch got a gold in Australia. They were jubilant when their home town boy's beat the favorites.
"Got to go now and feed my brother. He has brain cancer and lives in back of me
After a bus ride home, George visited his brother Mel, as he has for over six months. The Sea Cliff Health Center is a block from his apartment. As he approached the fourth tier of the nursing home, he saw the cleaner mopping the floor. The bed's mattress and sheets were gone. Mr. Clean muttered a few Mexican obscenities In bed two Mel got up and sallied forth a few barbs as to what happened to Bed one.
"Gurney came today for Christie. He had been coughing all night and I had to listen to an Oxygen machine. Could not sleep. The coroner told a nurse to open his eyes...George did you bring me spaghetti?
"No but I will go to Panda to buy you some chow main. Did Dr. Lecter see you yesterday?.(More to come.)
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