I’m already giving up hoping for a better year. After last year’s cancer treatments and with my upcoming heart ablation, I wasn’t in a good frame of mind to receive some very sad news about a friend who has been fighting the same cancer for more than ten years. We wished each other Happy New Year, and now death could be days, even hours, away.
Breaking Bad fans line up to see the house from the street, but how many of them have four million bucks to put down an offer on the place?
The Presidential Medal of Freedom was tarnished when Trump gave one to Rush Limbaugh. Biden has restored luster to the medal, by awarding it to Michael J. Fox.
I have long felt that exercise is a cure for many things. The latest lab science backs that up, at least with mice.
In my case, I overdid it. “Long-distance running is the unhealthiest thing you can do to your heart.” So says the Mass General electrophysiolgist cardiologist who will be performing the ablation procedure for my atrial fibrillation next month.
As of today, Alfred Hitchcock’s Blackmail, England’s first “talking picture,” is in the Public Domain.
There is also a silent movie version, produced for the theatres that weren’t yet equipped for sound.
After what I’ve been through this year, and will be going through soon, I am glad to be rid of 2024 while not looking forward to 2025.
