Tango

Tango. That's about as close as I can think of the way my father's health fluctuates. There are always a couple of days that are very hopeful and then on the third day his health just takes a nosedive. Yesterday I thought that he'll be home in a week or two and today he was so bad they sent him back to the ICU. I'm still hopeful, but I'm scared too. I hope he feels better tomorow.

On the lighter side, today (actually, yeterday now) was my B-day. I saw Vera, which was great and fun and I hung out with my homies, Juro, Chris and his wife Alia, Kiro and Valia. There was a lot of "do you remember when . . ." The sad thing is that I don't. I have forgotten a whole bunch of stuff and it gets to be pretty strange. It appears that I was quite crazy as a teenager and I've done some unspeakable things, or at least that's how it seems now. It is very funny and I have to say that a small part of me thinks that I may have been even cool, but not in a way I would want to be now. I don't even know if that makes any sense, but I'm very tired now, so I'll tell you all about it tomorrow. George.
PS. I want to thank you guys for all the support and the great comments. It has helped me very much and I'm truly thankful to all you'all.