10/22/2021
Even with a bloody abdomen and grafted wound, my son wrestled himself away from Nurse Ratched. You are a crazy person, leave me alone, Ethan demanded before she waddled off to find another, more cooperative, patient to torture.
A few weeks before my son’s surgery to remove a sarcoma, as I was getting my daily fix of Apocalypse from the national news — the pandemic of the unvaccinated, mutants of concern, killer wasps, fire tornadoes, disappearing species, rising seas, stupidity and suicides — my last remaining wisdom...