I Am Not a Hobophobe
As her germs rained down on me, all I could think about was a shower in my hotel across the street and quarantining the clothes I was wearing.
My Lucky Day
Three years ago on St. Patrick’s Day I stood in my hotel room at 4:30 AM wearing my lucky Red Sox jersey looking much less than excited as I readied myself for the placement of wires in my brain.
Back to the Future
Santa was there. The Grinch was there. A petting zoo was there. Hundreds of kids were there. Who wasn’t there? People who wanted to talk about Parkinson’s. That’s who.
The New Gig
Since then two support groups have become five, What’s Shaking Man still cracks me up (yes, I write it!) and I started a private practice which only got traction when I advertised I would see people with Parkinson’s
The Parking Lot
You know, everyone’s counting steps these days. Whether walking the dog, jogging the neighborhood, or taking a leisurely stroll. People are always saying, “I need to get my steps in.”
Depressy a Bit?
During a recent bout of depression I went to the Internet out of what I guess was desperation and boredom to try to find some humor in depression. I found this…
The Gardener
I remembered the blank look on his face from somewhere. It is the same look I get when I say anything about Parkinson’s beyond, “I have Parkinson’s.”
What Do You Think Now, Huh?
Yesterday I was 59 and you were dishing out compliments. Today I am 60 and things don’t look quite as good, do they?”
Monkey Business
Look, I do not know what “AI” stands for and I am not a medical doctor. Being influenced by me is like being influenced by a chimp.