I hope you are still with us. Things continue apace here at PW, even though I miss you. I hope that you have had a chance to enjoy Thor’s mighty gift of the monkey, even though I know you’ve been very ill. I haven’t always thought of you from moment to moment, but I believe that I’ve prayed for you every day since I learned of your illness.
Everyone here hopes to see you. I don’t want to dream of you disappearing into the horizon under the sheltering sky. Please let us know whether we should be praying for you here or there. You touched my heart, and I don’t want to lose you.
I know that I told you to stay with us. I also know how tired you were. I don’t blame you, whatever you’ve done. But please let me know whether I can count on your voice again, Keith.
If anyone’s following up, all I have to say is Keith Johnston, Keith Johnston, Keith Johnston, Keith Johnston, Keith Johnston, Keith Johnston, Corpus Christi, Corpus Christi. We love him. Bring him back, please.
We haven’t heard from him since he went home, right? Internet access issue, perhaps?
Last I heard, Pablo, he was too much in and out of consciousness to really speak with anyone. I don’t know.
Crazy weather round there too, last few weeks. Is over now and the mosquitos are evil.
I’m sorry, hf–where’s here? Are you down in Keith’s neck of the woods?
I thought he was being discharged?
He was. He was let go home. But he was in and out of consciousness last I knew, and I didn’t want to bother him.
Then, nothing.
Nothing.
Nothing.
I’m from south Texas, did grad school in Austin, so lots of talking with those guys still, as well as family. I have to experience weather vicariously cause here in the San Fernando valley, we don’t get weather per se, which is why it’s puzzling that so many girls are named Stormy and Misty.
And Brandy.
What a good wife she would be.
tw:memorable!
If Misty was born in June, it makes sense.
Here’s hoping Burrhog is just too busy getting Thai massages and tooling around in a convertible with hot chicks.
Happyfeet- I was just in the valley, househunting.
Good luck Maybee. A friend looking for a condo reminded me that I told her 5 years ago when she was looking for an apartment that “North Hollywood is gentrifying fast.” I was so wrong – it’s still a dump, but Studio City, Burbank, and Pasadena have transformed. This is exciting though. Probably the biggest development project on the horizon in LA. Old school libs are starting to agitate, and they have been successful in keeping me and Wal-Mart at a distance, so we’ll see. But if this happens, I’d bet North Hollywood finally starts getting a needed refurb – the surrounding bits of Studio City are pretty well already in play development wise, so I’d expect Lankershim down through N Hollywood might see a ripple effect from this if it’s successful.
Unless you were looking at the west valley, which is better than it was but still just kind of dispiriting.
Take a vacation and they change the comments form.
Dan,
I am in Corpus Christi; if there’s anything I could do here locally to be of help, please let me know.
E-mail me at PugAgain@aol.com in case I forget to check back here. I feel I owe you for some late-night entertainment you’ve provided.
TW: This TW generator seems GREATLY in need of a dicTIONARY. Unless “tionary” is really a word.
Keith, if you’re reading this, you don’t need to water your monkey. It’s a stuffed monkey. It’s not a plant. It will not grow. Don’t ask how I know.
Conversely, there’s a chance that it will grow if you rub it in a certain way while telling it how pretty it is.
Since April 26th, the date of the surgery, I have spent a total of twelve days outside ICU. I was just released this afternoon.
Long,long,long story short: I have total right side heart failure. My only option was a heart transplant. I cannot go through another chest cracking. No-way. Also the mortality rate for me would be around 90-95%.
I plan to go the Make-a-Wish route. I will be trying to go to my favorite place in the world in the summer, Ruidoso, NM. I have a lot of friends out there and if I can hack the altitude, spend a few weeks (…month?) out there with my dogs and family.
Then come back to my fully restored 1961 Buick LeSabre. Maybe have my chauffer tool me around Austin meeting hippy chicks/co-eds at coffee shops.
I have been in near coma conditions for weeks now. I will give all details of my ordeal sometime in the next few days. I know people have been trying to get in touch with me but I was unable to respond – more later.
I have been thinking of Thor (? I hope that’s right) who gave me the monkey. He’s been a great companion and touch stone. A laugh.
Peace & Love,
Keith Johnston