PERKS FOR BEING OVER 50
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Tuesday, September 29, 2009
Perks for being over 50
Morning is nature's way of saying: "Live life one more time, make a difference, touch one heart, encourage one mind and inspire one soul."
Friday, September 25, 2009
On the Lighter Side Of Life - Transporter Technology
Friday, September 25th, 2009
Yesterday, after my morning chemo treatment at HCMC (one that I might add went without me vomiting all over any of the nurses or technicians :-), I headed to Office Depot in downtown Minneapolis with a mission to make some black-n-white copies of a flyer Tim (and others) is sending out about the upcoming benefit (hosted by our dear friend and bar manager Pam) on my behalf at the Rail Station Bar and Grill in So. Mpls on Oct. 17th - and also with a mission to learn to cure my habit of long, run-on sentences.
OnlineHost: What happened Jim? Is your allotment of periods and other appropriate punctuations suffering from the current budget cuts?
I know...I know...OnlineHost - my 5th grade teacher (Mrs. Webber nee: Thompkins) would kill me if she saw some of the run-on doozies I have come up with over the years.
Well, back to Office Depot (literally).
Office Depot has a self-service photo copier which can be activated using a credit / debit card or a Office Depot copy card (which I just happen to have with about $ 5.00 value left on it).
So I step up to the copy machine, raise the lid and place my original on the glass plate where indicated (not too complicated so far). I swipe my copy card in the slot indicated and look at the display on the console (this is where it gets a bit tricky).
Allow me to digress at this point and mention that while I consider myself to be about "average" when it comes to being able to operate "modern technology" (I managed to figure out how to work my Etch-A-Sketch without even reading the owner's manual), but holy be-jeezers, this copy machine had like 20-some menus that you had to navigate through just to make a stinking set of copies. So I tried my best to make my way through the maze of commands and options which so reminded me of the levels of voice mail I jumped through to get to a live person at the Social Security Administration office last week. Finally, I thought I had entered all the appropriate commands and passwords to run off a "test copy" of my original and I hit the "copy" button.
However...what came out on the tray was far darker than I needed and so I wanted to abort the procedure so that I could adjust the color setting accordingly. But they just kept coming....and coming....and coming.
There were several buttons on the keypad with labels such as "stop", "cancel", "abort", "pause", "re-set", etc. and I hit each of them (several times, mind you) - but to no avail. The copier just kept spitting out more and more of the (much too dark) copies and would not recognize any of my command codes or button-punching. All this time, I see the value remaining on my copy card diminishing rapidly.
So I try to get the attention of P*&$y, the lady working behind the copy center. I have seen P*&$y there many times before and knew her on a first-name basis. Let's just say that P*&$y is a few light bulbs shy of a full load.
P*&$y comes around to the self-serve copier and I try to explain my situation. She waves her magic "employee" scan card over the display console which causes the machine to finally stop it's shenanigans. P*&$y then says to me, "you should've run off a test copy first before you began printing your project." Duh - why didn't I think of that?
I explained to her that had been my original intention but that the copier had other "intentions" for me. I then asked if I could speak with a manager when P*&$y informed me there was nothing she could do credit my copy card for the bad copies.
So P*&$y gets on her little microphone and calls for the manager. I see a gentleman approaching who seems to have an air of importance about him and as he gets close to us, ALL OF A SUDDEN WITHOUT WARNING, the barfing episode of which the techs and nurses at HCMC were spared during my chemo a short time ago decided to manifest itself in pure Poltergeist fashion. Having only a second or two warning, I did manage to step back from the copy machine about 2 paces before the contents of my stomach made its way to the sales floor.
This entire time, P*&$y was totally oblivious to the fact that I had just vomited all over her floor (I told you she was a couple of light bulbs shy of a full load), however the poor manager saw what was happening and expressed sincere concern for my well-being.
So I did the first thing that came to my mind...I put on my best Dr. Leonard "Bones" McCoy (from Star Trek: The Original Series) voice and said...
(author's note: for those of you who are unfamiliar with Dr. McCoy, he had an intense fear of the U.S.S. Enterprise transporters - always fearing that they were going to scramble his molecules all over the galaxy).
So in my best "Bones" Southern accent, I simply said (with an intensity of exasperation), "it's this darned modern transporter technology. It started to scramble my molecules to the far ends of the galaxy and when I attempted to re-patternize, the pattern buffers must've gotten my molecules mixed up with some foreign entity and I began to re-materialize as McPherson/fly - and that didna sit too well with my intestinal well-being"
I am not exactly sure what part of my diatribe caused this poor manager to double over in hysterics, but I swear I saw trears in his eyes. I am not sure if he was more concerned about my health crisis (causing the mess on his floor) or his fear of scrambling my molecules from one end of the galaxy to the other, but he just told P*&$y to get me whatever I needed as he walked away to recover his composure (still laughing hysterically).
Just fortunate for me that he was a Trekker (and had a good sense of humor).
I offered to clean up the mess that I had made but another employee (most likely an underpaid staff member who specialized in such tasks) was already en route.
Since the manager had instructed P*&$y to get me whatever I needed, I did mention that there was a laptop in aisle 7 that I had my eye on. She apparently didn't hear me - or perhaps the neurons simply weren't firing upstairs (afterall, I still don't think she was aware of the contribution I made to their linoleum), so I decided not to press my luck. She simply waved her magic key card over the console of the copier, pressed a couple of buttons and - viola - the machine gave birth to a healthy litter of corrected copies.
I thanked her for her assistance, apologized again for the mess and hastily made my exit from the store.
They should just be glad that I was able to step back from the copier / transporter before my "episode" or I would've most likely opened up a quantum singularity that would've sent the entire store into the Andromeda galaxy.
Infernal modern technology.
My bad.
Magical thoughts,
Jim
Yesterday, after my morning chemo treatment at HCMC (one that I might add went without me vomiting all over any of the nurses or technicians :-), I headed to Office Depot in downtown Minneapolis with a mission to make some black-n-white copies of a flyer Tim (and others) is sending out about the upcoming benefit (hosted by our dear friend and bar manager Pam) on my behalf at the Rail Station Bar and Grill in So. Mpls on Oct. 17th - and also with a mission to learn to cure my habit of long, run-on sentences.
OnlineHost: What happened Jim? Is your allotment of periods and other appropriate punctuations suffering from the current budget cuts?
I know...I know...OnlineHost - my 5th grade teacher (Mrs. Webber nee: Thompkins) would kill me if she saw some of the run-on doozies I have come up with over the years.
Well, back to Office Depot (literally).
Office Depot has a self-service photo copier which can be activated using a credit / debit card or a Office Depot copy card (which I just happen to have with about $ 5.00 value left on it).
So I step up to the copy machine, raise the lid and place my original on the glass plate where indicated (not too complicated so far). I swipe my copy card in the slot indicated and look at the display on the console (this is where it gets a bit tricky).
Allow me to digress at this point and mention that while I consider myself to be about "average" when it comes to being able to operate "modern technology" (I managed to figure out how to work my Etch-A-Sketch without even reading the owner's manual), but holy be-jeezers, this copy machine had like 20-some menus that you had to navigate through just to make a stinking set of copies. So I tried my best to make my way through the maze of commands and options which so reminded me of the levels of voice mail I jumped through to get to a live person at the Social Security Administration office last week. Finally, I thought I had entered all the appropriate commands and passwords to run off a "test copy" of my original and I hit the "copy" button.
However...what came out on the tray was far darker than I needed and so I wanted to abort the procedure so that I could adjust the color setting accordingly. But they just kept coming....and coming....and coming.
There were several buttons on the keypad with labels such as "stop", "cancel", "abort", "pause", "re-set", etc. and I hit each of them (several times, mind you) - but to no avail. The copier just kept spitting out more and more of the (much too dark) copies and would not recognize any of my command codes or button-punching. All this time, I see the value remaining on my copy card diminishing rapidly.
So I try to get the attention of P*&$y, the lady working behind the copy center. I have seen P*&$y there many times before and knew her on a first-name basis. Let's just say that P*&$y is a few light bulbs shy of a full load.
P*&$y comes around to the self-serve copier and I try to explain my situation. She waves her magic "employee" scan card over the display console which causes the machine to finally stop it's shenanigans. P*&$y then says to me, "you should've run off a test copy first before you began printing your project." Duh - why didn't I think of that?
I explained to her that had been my original intention but that the copier had other "intentions" for me. I then asked if I could speak with a manager when P*&$y informed me there was nothing she could do credit my copy card for the bad copies.
So P*&$y gets on her little microphone and calls for the manager. I see a gentleman approaching who seems to have an air of importance about him and as he gets close to us, ALL OF A SUDDEN WITHOUT WARNING, the barfing episode of which the techs and nurses at HCMC were spared during my chemo a short time ago decided to manifest itself in pure Poltergeist fashion. Having only a second or two warning, I did manage to step back from the copy machine about 2 paces before the contents of my stomach made its way to the sales floor.
This entire time, P*&$y was totally oblivious to the fact that I had just vomited all over her floor (I told you she was a couple of light bulbs shy of a full load), however the poor manager saw what was happening and expressed sincere concern for my well-being.
So I did the first thing that came to my mind...I put on my best Dr. Leonard "Bones" McCoy (from Star Trek: The Original Series) voice and said...
(author's note: for those of you who are unfamiliar with Dr. McCoy, he had an intense fear of the U.S.S. Enterprise transporters - always fearing that they were going to scramble his molecules all over the galaxy).
So in my best "Bones" Southern accent, I simply said (with an intensity of exasperation), "it's this darned modern transporter technology. It started to scramble my molecules to the far ends of the galaxy and when I attempted to re-patternize, the pattern buffers must've gotten my molecules mixed up with some foreign entity and I began to re-materialize as McPherson/fly - and that didna sit too well with my intestinal well-being"
I am not exactly sure what part of my diatribe caused this poor manager to double over in hysterics, but I swear I saw trears in his eyes. I am not sure if he was more concerned about my health crisis (causing the mess on his floor) or his fear of scrambling my molecules from one end of the galaxy to the other, but he just told P*&$y to get me whatever I needed as he walked away to recover his composure (still laughing hysterically).
Just fortunate for me that he was a Trekker (and had a good sense of humor).
I offered to clean up the mess that I had made but another employee (most likely an underpaid staff member who specialized in such tasks) was already en route.
Since the manager had instructed P*&$y to get me whatever I needed, I did mention that there was a laptop in aisle 7 that I had my eye on. She apparently didn't hear me - or perhaps the neurons simply weren't firing upstairs (afterall, I still don't think she was aware of the contribution I made to their linoleum), so I decided not to press my luck. She simply waved her magic key card over the console of the copier, pressed a couple of buttons and - viola - the machine gave birth to a healthy litter of corrected copies.
I thanked her for her assistance, apologized again for the mess and hastily made my exit from the store.
They should just be glad that I was able to step back from the copier / transporter before my "episode" or I would've most likely opened up a quantum singularity that would've sent the entire store into the Andromeda galaxy.
Infernal modern technology.
My bad.
Magical thoughts,
Jim
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
There Oughta Be a Law!
Wednesday, September 23rd, 2009
If you have not already read my previous blog post about my ongoing "experience" with the ineptitude known as the Social Security Administration, please visit
http://magicoftouch2.blogspot.com/2009/08/emotional-rescue.html
To update...
For the last 3 weeks, I have been leaving almost daily messages (when possible) on my case worker's voice mail at the SSI. I say "when possible" because on many occasions, her voice mail (which incidentally still indicates that she is away on vacation until Sept. 4th - note today's date. It is apparent that she is indeed getting messages as some days I am actually able to leave a message - not that I have ever gotten a response - and other days, her voice mail box indicates that it is full and that no messages can be accepted.
When I am able to leave a message, I am more than civil in my indication that I am trying to follow-up on both my medical coverage as well as the "supposed" processing of SSI benefits. Way back in March of 2009, I was informed that I would be eligible to begin receiving SSI benefits as soon as October (next month) based upon the information which was provided in my application in March.
For those who do not have a calendar readily handy - October is just a scant week away.
I repeat that I have NOT received a response phone call from my case worker even after 3 weeks of "attempted" message son her voice mail. I have even contacted the National toll-free number and also the toll-free number to the Brooklyn Center office and in each instance was informed that I must contact my case worker in order to pursue my case. Out of desperation, I have sent letters to both the director of the Brooklyn Center office as well as the grievance department at the National Social Security Administration. My next step is to write to my Congressmen and Members of the House of Representatives.
Well, on Friday morning of last week (September 18th), while I was in clinic at HCMC receiving my chemo treatment (incidentally in one of the many areas of HCMC where cell phone signals can not get through due to heavy shielding to protect sensitive instruments), I received a phone call from my SSI case worker FINALLY!!!
Here was her message, "Mr. McPherson - this is Mrs. ****** of the Social Security Administration's Brooklyn Center office. I am returning your phone call (author's note "call" singular). Please call me at (866) 931-0341.
NO OTHER MESSAGE!!!
So immediately after I left the shielded area of the clinic and listened to my voice mails, I call the SSI in Brooklyn Center, dialed her extension and guess what? I get the (all too familiar) outgoing message that says she will be out of the office until September 4th and that her voice mailbox is full and cannot take any incoming messages.
So I call the Brooklyn Center office back again and after umpteen levels of voice mail finally get through to a gentleman (who OBVIOUSLY did not have a very strong command of English) and immediately ask if I can speak to someone who was a little more versed in the English language. He assured me that he would be able to adequately communicate with me and after 3 or 4 more protestations on my part, he told me that the only way I could reach someone else would be to hang up and call back. At this point I was fearing the battery would run down on my celery phone and so I decided to attempt to establish a dialog with Mr. Hanoud (or whatever his Indian-sounding name was).
I explained my total frustration and especially my total anguish at reaching a voice mail recording left by my case worker who said that she will be out of the office until 14 days before.
He tried to explain that away as the result of a new voice messaging system the service center had recently installed and of which many of the employees had not had a chance to master. My response: "THAT IS NO FRIGGIN EXCUSE".
He simply re-iterated to me what several others at the Center had in the past - that being that since my case is an "open case", only my case worker can assist me. I asked if I could make an appointment to come in and speak with her personally since it was becoming quite evident that telephone communication was not a going to be a feasible reality in this life time. Mr. Hanoud replied..."the only way you can make an appointment for a personal interview with your case worker is to schedule it with her directly."
At this point, if I were not concerned about the potential damage to my celery phone, I would've slammed it down on his ear. Instead I decided simply NOT to thank him for his assistance (or lack of it) and try myself this week.
Monday was a pretty exhausting day for me at chemo as my body decided to rebel against a new IV drug they had begun introducing to it on Sunday. So I did not get a chance to pursue SSI on Monday. However, imagine my surprise when - in the mail - I receive a letter from the Brooklyn Center office (dated Friday, September 18th, 2009) stating that they have been trying to reach me to speak with me about my case and that I need to contact them as soon as possible. I reckon that this is the point at which I am 'sposed to be rolling around on the floor laughing to tears at the irony of the communication. But not wanting to get my clothes all dirty, I resisted the temptation.
So yesterday (Tuesday, September 22nd), I called the Brooklyn Center office jumped through the umpteen levels of input choices - and while not actually able to get through to my case worker (you guessed it - the same "I will be back in the office on September 4th" outgoing voice mail and the full voice mail box), I demanded to speak to someone who could assist me in this "emergency" in response to a mailing I had received from them. (The letter did use the word "urgent", so I figured that "emergency" was not too much of a stretch).
Imagine my surprise when I was actually connected to an English speaking lady who was actually cordial (she must've been new). She patiently waited while I went through a synopsis of my last 6 months of contact with the SSA and also explained to her that I was well versed in their policy that only my case worker could assist me. But afterall, I DID receive a letter in the mail telling me that it was "urgent" that I contact them asap.
This lady must've had some magic pixie dust at her disposal because SHE WAS ACTUALLY ABLE TO PULL UP MY CASE INFORMATION AND DISCUSS IT with ME. Basically she informed me that the SSI was awaiting some information from my primary care physician along with some pending info from another national medical organization in order to make a decision on my case duh - (and why exactly does it take 6 months to let me know that you are still waiting on this info?). The unfortunate news was that since the deadline to receive the info was the 18th in order for my claim to be processed for the following month (the 18th which just happened to been last Friday - the day I received the phone call from my case worker and also the day the letter was mailed to me from SSI - what, did they think I would somehow magically get it the same day?)
So before I ended my conversation with this "kindler, gentler" persona at the SSI, I asked why she was able to discuss my case with me when a multitude of others at the center were not. Her response....it was because I had an actual letter from them which somehow puts my case in a whole different category. So then I asked her if I could communicate with her in the future to follow-up on my case since obviously my caseworker is going to be on vacation until September 4th (some September 4th anyway). She informed me that all I needed to say when I called was that I had received a letter from them (she never once said I had to say I had "just" received a letter - just that I had one). Now I am wondering if I can use the same line to get bumped up to "first class" on my next flight or into the Express Line at Cub Foods.
So now I know which pieces of information are needed from my primary care physician as well as the numbers and forms which the SSA is awaiting to process my case.
Armed with that information - and this kind lady's extension at the Brooklyn Center SSA - we will see what the week ahead holds in store. It's a good thing too as I was down to just 3 patience - actually I think my patience had run out long ago and I was running on "borrowed patience." I might not see any satisfaction before the end of THIS month, but - as they say - "October is another month." (and just a tad over a week away I might add).
We will see...and now you know...the rest of the story...
If you have not already read my previous blog post about my ongoing "experience" with the ineptitude known as the Social Security Administration, please visit
http://magicoftouch2.blogspot.com/2009/08/emotional-rescue.html
To update...
For the last 3 weeks, I have been leaving almost daily messages (when possible) on my case worker's voice mail at the SSI. I say "when possible" because on many occasions, her voice mail (which incidentally still indicates that she is away on vacation until Sept. 4th - note today's date. It is apparent that she is indeed getting messages as some days I am actually able to leave a message - not that I have ever gotten a response - and other days, her voice mail box indicates that it is full and that no messages can be accepted.
When I am able to leave a message, I am more than civil in my indication that I am trying to follow-up on both my medical coverage as well as the "supposed" processing of SSI benefits. Way back in March of 2009, I was informed that I would be eligible to begin receiving SSI benefits as soon as October (next month) based upon the information which was provided in my application in March.
For those who do not have a calendar readily handy - October is just a scant week away.
I repeat that I have NOT received a response phone call from my case worker even after 3 weeks of "attempted" message son her voice mail. I have even contacted the National toll-free number and also the toll-free number to the Brooklyn Center office and in each instance was informed that I must contact my case worker in order to pursue my case. Out of desperation, I have sent letters to both the director of the Brooklyn Center office as well as the grievance department at the National Social Security Administration. My next step is to write to my Congressmen and Members of the House of Representatives.
Well, on Friday morning of last week (September 18th), while I was in clinic at HCMC receiving my chemo treatment (incidentally in one of the many areas of HCMC where cell phone signals can not get through due to heavy shielding to protect sensitive instruments), I received a phone call from my SSI case worker FINALLY!!!
Here was her message, "Mr. McPherson - this is Mrs. ****** of the Social Security Administration's Brooklyn Center office. I am returning your phone call (author's note "call" singular). Please call me at (866) 931-0341.
NO OTHER MESSAGE!!!
So immediately after I left the shielded area of the clinic and listened to my voice mails, I call the SSI in Brooklyn Center, dialed her extension and guess what? I get the (all too familiar) outgoing message that says she will be out of the office until September 4th and that her voice mailbox is full and cannot take any incoming messages.
So I call the Brooklyn Center office back again and after umpteen levels of voice mail finally get through to a gentleman (who OBVIOUSLY did not have a very strong command of English) and immediately ask if I can speak to someone who was a little more versed in the English language. He assured me that he would be able to adequately communicate with me and after 3 or 4 more protestations on my part, he told me that the only way I could reach someone else would be to hang up and call back. At this point I was fearing the battery would run down on my celery phone and so I decided to attempt to establish a dialog with Mr. Hanoud (or whatever his Indian-sounding name was).
I explained my total frustration and especially my total anguish at reaching a voice mail recording left by my case worker who said that she will be out of the office until 14 days before.
He tried to explain that away as the result of a new voice messaging system the service center had recently installed and of which many of the employees had not had a chance to master. My response: "THAT IS NO FRIGGIN EXCUSE".
He simply re-iterated to me what several others at the Center had in the past - that being that since my case is an "open case", only my case worker can assist me. I asked if I could make an appointment to come in and speak with her personally since it was becoming quite evident that telephone communication was not a going to be a feasible reality in this life time. Mr. Hanoud replied..."the only way you can make an appointment for a personal interview with your case worker is to schedule it with her directly."
At this point, if I were not concerned about the potential damage to my celery phone, I would've slammed it down on his ear. Instead I decided simply NOT to thank him for his assistance (or lack of it) and try myself this week.
Monday was a pretty exhausting day for me at chemo as my body decided to rebel against a new IV drug they had begun introducing to it on Sunday. So I did not get a chance to pursue SSI on Monday. However, imagine my surprise when - in the mail - I receive a letter from the Brooklyn Center office (dated Friday, September 18th, 2009) stating that they have been trying to reach me to speak with me about my case and that I need to contact them as soon as possible. I reckon that this is the point at which I am 'sposed to be rolling around on the floor laughing to tears at the irony of the communication. But not wanting to get my clothes all dirty, I resisted the temptation.
So yesterday (Tuesday, September 22nd), I called the Brooklyn Center office jumped through the umpteen levels of input choices - and while not actually able to get through to my case worker (you guessed it - the same "I will be back in the office on September 4th" outgoing voice mail and the full voice mail box), I demanded to speak to someone who could assist me in this "emergency" in response to a mailing I had received from them. (The letter did use the word "urgent", so I figured that "emergency" was not too much of a stretch).
Imagine my surprise when I was actually connected to an English speaking lady who was actually cordial (she must've been new). She patiently waited while I went through a synopsis of my last 6 months of contact with the SSA and also explained to her that I was well versed in their policy that only my case worker could assist me. But afterall, I DID receive a letter in the mail telling me that it was "urgent" that I contact them asap.
This lady must've had some magic pixie dust at her disposal because SHE WAS ACTUALLY ABLE TO PULL UP MY CASE INFORMATION AND DISCUSS IT with ME. Basically she informed me that the SSI was awaiting some information from my primary care physician along with some pending info from another national medical organization in order to make a decision on my case duh - (and why exactly does it take 6 months to let me know that you are still waiting on this info?). The unfortunate news was that since the deadline to receive the info was the 18th in order for my claim to be processed for the following month (the 18th which just happened to been last Friday - the day I received the phone call from my case worker and also the day the letter was mailed to me from SSI - what, did they think I would somehow magically get it the same day?)
So before I ended my conversation with this "kindler, gentler" persona at the SSI, I asked why she was able to discuss my case with me when a multitude of others at the center were not. Her response....it was because I had an actual letter from them which somehow puts my case in a whole different category. So then I asked her if I could communicate with her in the future to follow-up on my case since obviously my caseworker is going to be on vacation until September 4th (some September 4th anyway). She informed me that all I needed to say when I called was that I had received a letter from them (she never once said I had to say I had "just" received a letter - just that I had one). Now I am wondering if I can use the same line to get bumped up to "first class" on my next flight or into the Express Line at Cub Foods.
So now I know which pieces of information are needed from my primary care physician as well as the numbers and forms which the SSA is awaiting to process my case.
Armed with that information - and this kind lady's extension at the Brooklyn Center SSA - we will see what the week ahead holds in store. It's a good thing too as I was down to just 3 patience - actually I think my patience had run out long ago and I was running on "borrowed patience." I might not see any satisfaction before the end of THIS month, but - as they say - "October is another month." (and just a tad over a week away I might add).
We will see...and now you know...the rest of the story...
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
David at Paddy Wagon
This happened Monday evening, September 14th, 2009
I had finished a night of calling BANGO and was having a couple of "Timmies" while awaiting the arrival of my cab for my return ride home.
I was sitting in the game room where I call BANGO and there was a group of guys sitting a couple tables behind me. I hadn't really paid too much attention to the group at the table as I was enjoying the "down time" and the great "Timmies". What is a "Timmy" you ask? It is a drink named after my roommate (and best friend) Tim by the Rail Station (where he calls BARGO 3 times a week). It is UV Blue Raspberry vodka and lemonade.
It just so happens that Paddy's has them on sale for $ 2 a pop on football game nights. I decided to try one on Monday and I am happy to report that the bartender made an EXCELLENT Timmy.
In any case, I was sitting in the game room enjoying a couple of "Timmies" imagining that I was having a conversation with my partner David (who had passed away back in Jan. ' 97).
Take note that I have often received "visits" from David since his passing. Not so frequently as of late. He did use to visit me a lot when I had my apartment down in So. Minneapolis. But I have not felt his presence very much in the last year or so.
Also note that when I say that I "felt his presence", I know that he is actually there with me as I can feel and sense his energy.
Monday night was different. I was sitting there IMAGINING that I was talking with him. I was asking him how different things would've have been if he had not passed away when he did - and what a different course my life might have taken subsequently.
Well a few minutes later one of the guys who had been sitting at the table behind me came up and asked me "who was that guy you were just talking to?"
This caught me a little off guard and so I asked "what guy?" He said, "the guy who was just sitting here talking with you." Well no one was actually at the table with me since my friend Carol left some time before. So I asked this guy to describe the person he saw sitting with me. He described David perfectly.
Ima thinkin mayhaps the guy from the other table is a little "in-tune" to his surroundings than he might know. Idk - he said that he and his friends are staying at the hotel next to Paddys and would be back again on Thursday night. I will make sure I have a picture of David with me to show him.
Just another one of those "goosebump" experiences that make you say "WOW"
Magical thoughts,
Jim
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