… So I’m riding to the bank Wednesday… except … there’s a fire truck. Two police cars. Two ambulances. Cops in the doorway.
In front of my friend’s house.
When they’ve got the stretcher out in front of the house but it’s been there a while, it’s because they don’t need it.
My friend who’d had a physical 2 weeks ago and everything was fine… had had a massive heart attack.
Well, at least his wife didn’t have to call me.
Pete Wetmore is sorely and suddenly missed. Now the folks who’ve depended on his constant caring (he basically hadn’t left Marge’s side for 41 years) … are going to have to think and regroup.
The challenges of the new year….