Getting to Work on Time
The guys were talking about their pick-up trucks down at the garage the other day. That got me to thinking about my favorite truck. Oscar was his name. Oscar was an 1982 Ford Courier and we drove to work each morning for years. I talked to Oscar and Oscar talked to me on the way to work. Oscar was a Democrat and I am a Republican. You can see right off we had many spirited conversations. The political climate was heated and convoluted then as it is today. However Oscar was quite civil and polite. I trust I was also.
One morning on the way to work in the pre-dawn hours Oscar asked how I was feeling. I had for some time been anxious about my health and this morning my left arm ached and my chest felt there was a heavy weight on it. I told Oscar the truth, I didn’t feel well. “Hold on buddy, I am taking you to the hospital of the Future.” The truck lifted off the pavement and quickly gained altitude. I looked down to see other cars below on the roadways. The steering wheel and brakes were useless for Oscar was in total command. We raced onward, high above ranches and farms and into downtown. Oscar circled and made a perfect 4 point landing in front of the most magnificent glass, stainless steel, polished marble building I had ever seen. There on the facade of the tall building were the letters, DEMOCRAT NATIONAL MEMORIAL HOSPITAL. “Go on in, they will take care of you,” Oscar said. I entered.. I was quickly whisked away and undressed., redressed and wheeled into a bright cheerful room staffed by beautiful nurses and interns. I was tested, weighted, temperature checked and wired for sound. Handsome doctors soon arrived and had me rubbed, smoothed, and salved for processing. All of this action occurred to the beat of the sweetest music ever heard and in lightening speed. Lights flashed, colors came and went. I was shaken up, splashed down, pushed and pulled in all directions and quickly indeed felt better.
I was redressed and ushered through a door into a long hall way with two doors at the distant end. As I walked down the polished marble hallway my footsteps echoed off the glistening steel walls. My newly repaired heart kept time with my measured tread. Feeling good!
At the end of the hall way at the two doors, I noticed one door was labeled Democrat. The other door was signed Republican. Well, I have always voted Republican, so I opened that one. As I stepped through the door it quickly slammed shut and locked behind me. I found myself standing in the alley of the building. A cat scooted away, upending a can of trash. But there in the middle of the alley was Oscar wearing a big grin. “Feel better” he asked. “Yes”, I replied, “The hospital of the future did a great job.” “Well hop in” he said. “And I will get you to work on time.”
One morning on the way to work in the pre-dawn hours Oscar asked how I was feeling. I had for some time been anxious about my health and this morning my left arm ached and my chest felt there was a heavy weight on it. I told Oscar the truth, I didn’t feel well. “Hold on buddy, I am taking you to the hospital of the Future.” The truck lifted off the pavement and quickly gained altitude. I looked down to see other cars below on the roadways. The steering wheel and brakes were useless for Oscar was in total command. We raced onward, high above ranches and farms and into downtown. Oscar circled and made a perfect 4 point landing in front of the most magnificent glass, stainless steel, polished marble building I had ever seen. There on the facade of the tall building were the letters, DEMOCRAT NATIONAL MEMORIAL HOSPITAL. “Go on in, they will take care of you,” Oscar said. I entered.. I was quickly whisked away and undressed., redressed and wheeled into a bright cheerful room staffed by beautiful nurses and interns. I was tested, weighted, temperature checked and wired for sound. Handsome doctors soon arrived and had me rubbed, smoothed, and salved for processing. All of this action occurred to the beat of the sweetest music ever heard and in lightening speed. Lights flashed, colors came and went. I was shaken up, splashed down, pushed and pulled in all directions and quickly indeed felt better.
I was redressed and ushered through a door into a long hall way with two doors at the distant end. As I walked down the polished marble hallway my footsteps echoed off the glistening steel walls. My newly repaired heart kept time with my measured tread. Feeling good!
At the end of the hall way at the two doors, I noticed one door was labeled Democrat. The other door was signed Republican. Well, I have always voted Republican, so I opened that one. As I stepped through the door it quickly slammed shut and locked behind me. I found myself standing in the alley of the building. A cat scooted away, upending a can of trash. But there in the middle of the alley was Oscar wearing a big grin. “Feel better” he asked. “Yes”, I replied, “The hospital of the future did a great job.” “Well hop in” he said. “And I will get you to work on time.”