It was somewhere in mid September, 2023. Faster than you might think, both of my legs locked up. A fall rendered me a hard blow to my head on the Dining Room floor. That old Long Leaf Yellow Pine doesn’t exactly have a lot of give to it.

The ambulance delivered me to the Emergency Room at Hunterdon Medical Center in jig time.

Was this yet another MS episode? Or some other fluky incident? Who knew? I had been born here in ‘53. Perhaps that was the real flukey incident. Mom would have said, “Perish the notion!”

At any rate, here I am ensconced at Kessler Rehabilitation Clinic in Chester ,N.J , longing to be released from solitary confinement in short order. It couldn’t happen too soon!

In fairness to Kessler, this is a first rate facility, not without a few quizzical leanings of its own. Staffed mostly with high quality people, one might find an occasional staffer who would seem directly out of One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest. But then, that wouldn’t be too unusual. There’s a few in every crowd.

Time has lingered on here at Kessler. At 26 days, I can’t help but ask myself what game may have been in the making that a good old knock on the head tends to obscure without the knocked even realizing!

Now that I’m home, the essence of being here is sweeter than could ever be! Being with my wife, being on the farm and being where I belong. There’s a great day a’comln’.