Gut Rumbles

July 25, 2005

I wondered what it was

Last night, a real ruckus erupted outside my front door. TWO police cars and an EMS ambulance pulled up around 10:00 last night, with lights flashing and all kinds of panic going on. At first, I thought they were going to bust ME over my back-porch moonshine still.

But they all ran over to Henry's house, and emerged shortly thereafter with a body on a stretcher. They hauled that person into the ambulance and the vehicle stayed parked with the lights flashing for at least 30 minutes. People started pulling up in other cars and rubber-neckers came from houses all over the place to see what was going on.

I didn't go over there. It was none of my business, and I was worried that Young Jack may have broken something vital, being as clumsy as he is. I figured that I would find out sooner or later.

Henry dropped dead of a heart attack last night. Right on his living room sofa.

His daughter just came to tell me about it.

Henry was one of those half-crazy people that I seem to attract like a bug-light, but he wasn't a bad guy. I actually LIKED him. He was always ready to help me with anything I wanted to do around the house and he was pretty good at painting and carpentry. I've damn sure had worse neighbors in my life.

Adios, my friend. At least you went quickly.

Henry was one year older than I am.


//Henry was one of those half-crazy people that I seem to attract like a bug-light//

this is an oddly touching description.

Posted by: not-troll beth on July 25, 2005 05:47 PM

Sorry about the loss of your friend, was he related to Jack, how is young Jack?

Posted by: livey on July 25, 2005 06:08 PM

Damn shame man. Sounds like he was a young man.

Posted by: GUYK on July 25, 2005 06:19 PM

Keep an eye on Young Jack, he might be looking your way.

Posted by: Bonita on July 25, 2005 07:14 PM

Henry was Jack's grandfather. Henry was 55 years old. Jack is nine.

Posted by: Acidman on July 25, 2005 07:59 PM

Gee, others have already commented on my thoughts.....young Jack will need some steady shoulders in the months ahead.

You always showed him kindness...I hope the pattern will continue!

Posted by: Maggie on July 25, 2005 08:06 PM

My mother is 96, in a nursing home with both legs cut off above the knee and thinks I'm her "Daddy" when I visit.
Conclusion|: There are worse ways to die than on your sofa in your home surrounded by your family.

Posted by: Jim Long on July 25, 2005 08:54 PM

Jim Long, sorry for your pain. Thank God your mama don't know hers.....or yours.

Posted by: Maggie on July 26, 2005 12:05 AM

Forgive me, Acid...I broke one a ya rules...but couldn't let Jim pass me by.

Posted by: Maggie on July 26, 2005 12:08 AM

Maggie- you are absolutely right. The people who are in the worst shape in the nursiing home are the ones whose minds are intact but are trapped in a non-functioning body.

(we're breaking a rule??)

Posted by: Jim Long on July 26, 2005 08:20 AM

I'm so sorry to hear about your friend.

That's how I want to go. Fast.

Posted by: blondage on July 26, 2005 09:44 AM

He wasnt the neighbor that was cutting the watermelon the wrong way, was he?

Posted by: Ruth on July 26, 2005 10:04 AM

Yes, Ruth. He was.

Posted by: Acidman on July 26, 2005 03:01 PM

Everytime you eat a slice of watermelon you will think of your friend Henry (and smile) I know I will, and I didnt even know the guy.....

Posted by: Ruth on July 27, 2005 05:49 AM
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