Herbie Mann Comin' Home

Thursday, July 29, 2010

Guest Body Failure

In assuming sleep, I dreamed about a tour of Hollywood's ranked restaurants, overhearing a gal coming back for a second crack at the andouille, whose best morsels she lost to great regret in a bout with colitis before.

Woke with a hand that wouldn't move, folded at the wrist like a limp glove.  If it's asleep, it tingles; now there's none.  The thought went: stroke? And with clinician's distance, I lifted the right with the left.  Gravity flopped it down.  Twice that failed, but -- miracle! -- with the third, it rose.


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