Al's Blog-o-Sphere

There is a famous bridge called Highbridge near the hotel that they are supposed to reopen as a pedestrian and bike bridge. I don’t think it’s open yet, but if it were, in the summer, it would make the trip a nice walk and I wouldn’t need a bus at all.

I don’t know if I feel any safer for it, but theere is a large police station right next door to the hotel! You have to walk in the street because all the sidewalk is full of police cars!

My lunch today. Chicken stir-fry, peas, carrots, and a salad. Nothing to write home about, but I’d like to strangle the tree-hugger who decided the folding cardboard box was a good idea. It’s so weak and floppy, with only one thing in it, you need two hands to hold it. there isn’t room for anything else in it. I put a bottle of pop in the corner, but then it felt like it was going to fold up and rip in half. Give me a good old cafeteria tray

These blog posts are more than just my spouting off to hear myself. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve tried to remember some detail about Albert’s transplant and went back here to look up that detail. It truly is my journal.

You never know when something you put on another web site will dissappear. I have control of this and I can keep it alive as long as I want. Photos or other things hosted elsewhere might go away, but the basic data is kept at my discretion.

It would be an exercise in futility to try to thank every person who posted kind words, or comments around the web the past few days about Frank. The more I’d try the more likely I’d miss someone, so I’ll just say thank-you to everyone for your support and interest. Please remember we need your support at our fundraisers, too. I’d like to see everyone at the Franquet next month and thank you personally then, if I can be there, of course.

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