Butt Balls

“Why are tennis balls in the fruit bowl?” “They are for my butt.” “Pardon me?” “My butt, Bob, they are for my butt.” I’ve had back problems for 28 years.  Coincidentally, the same age as my son Gary.   I… Read More ›

Cry Like a Baby

“I’m going to cry like a baby,” I told the nurse. “I just want you to be prepared.” “Don’t worry, you’re only going to feel a slight pinch,” she replied. Then she pulled out a needle about eight feet long… Read More ›