Friday Night

Just a quick update before I start my Friday night:

I picked up Bob and Diane at the train station at about noon and we drove over to the hospital. By the time we got there, Dad was already up out of bed and sitting in a chair, furiously scribbling to his doctors about "Flabob" (the airport--check it out at http://www.flabob.org/home.html), asking if he could get a pass to go out there on Sunday. He promised "no funny business, back on Sunday night". The doctors looked at me and said: "What's Flob?". Bob had brought pictures of the plane, which Dad showed off proudly to all the nurses and other visitors. Dad and Bob had a good long, wonderfully therapeutic visit, talking about the accident. I'll update more about that later, or maybe Bob will want to make his own report. The bottom line: he bounced right back from his bad night, and his sense of humor and quirky personality were on dramatic display.

Bob, Diane and I had a wonderful lunch, and I dropped them off at the train station for the trip home to Fallbrook.