Hi y'all. I was going to be there. Finally!!! My wife was going to accompany me along with our dog, Coco (the one some of you met at Trainstock 5). Sunday night was my 3rd anniversary of my mild heart attack and the complications thereafter which has forced me to miss York for the past 6 sessions. Many of you know that I have stated that going to York, at least for me over the past 5 -6 years, has become much more of a social gathering than anything else. Trains I can buy anywhere. The friends whom I have met at York are priceless.
I happened to have mentioned all this Sunday night to my wife. Stupid, idiotic, imbecilic, dimwitted, dopey, moronic, pea-brained & halfwitted move, Morlitz. (terms, to borrow from my good friend Bearlead, which have been redacted).
The gods looked down and laughed.
Monday night I went down the stairs to get my medicines around 11:00 for the night; then catch a few winks before rising early to venture out to meet my brother Gerry, who was on his way to York, for breakfast. As I started back upstairs, I noticed a dark mark on our carpet which stood out even thought only the night lights were on. So I turned on a lamp. There was blood every place I had walked. Out of courtesy for those with queasy stomaches, I'll just say I ended up with 8 stitches in one toe.
So after leaving the ER, I went home, cleaned up & drove the 25 miles to meet Gerry for breakfast. No biggie for me even with the right foot bandaged & in one of those special hospital orthopedic shoes as I wasn't really feeling any pain. After breakfast, I went to see my podiatrist who is a really great, personable mensch. Dr Mensch squashed, flattened and otherwise nixed the idea of my still going out to York. "Bill, did you ever think of what would happen if someone stepped on your foot?"
So here I will be sitting tomorrow with my better half, not at York but a good 90 miles away. We have our badges, membership cards and we can watch the grass grow. After all, there is a Fall York. Fall??? SHUT UP Morlitz!
NotatYork Bill