Surge

The midday surge. It is the noon hour on Wednesday at our favorite sports club and our Mr. Synchronicity; Svengali AKA Tripp Doherty is here to take us on the brief 45-minute excursion into the outer atmosphere of our collective conscious. He always brings us in for a safe landing back into the world of normal breathing and slowed heart rates. However the ride is never the same and we like it that way. It’s recess time with Tripper and for this old man he makes me feel more alive than I have felt in many years. 

Young Dana looking more svelte than ever and I were having a confab about this season of influenza, bronchitis, asthma and in the case of her husband Keith, pneumonia. We didn’t have an explanation but it would seem that this season has been one of the best if you are selling prescription or even over the counter cold remedies. She told me David Cooper was flat on his back and as I scan the room there seems to be a dearth of familiar faces because like me they must be battling the upper respiratory infections that have plagued us this winter. I myself have had three different varieties of virus from asthmatic bronchitis; cough, sinus ache and I have gone through enough tissue to be cited for one tree going Timber!

Tripper has another great story brewing, and this one might change his life yet again.