Irony

My Buddy Ed In Florida is one of my primary sources of entertainment and his offerings appear in these pages frequently.   I received a collection of pics from him this weekend that were pretty funny; here are two from about a dozen such:

Yep.  There's ALWAYS hope; you could learn to fly!

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Speaking of irony and stuff...  I got a call from a very nice lady at Roosevelt General Hospital this morning who wanted to ask me a few questions that will make the admission process for tomorrow's eye-cutting go a bit faster, and do I have a minute?  Well, yes... I do.  Fire away, sez I.  

It turns out the questions were all about my medical history and current health issues, if any.  She inquired about my height and weight, alcohol consumption ("Do you drink alcohol?"  "No, I have an IV that's more efficient."), smoking ("Not cigarettes, one cigar per day."), do I use street drugs (I had to think about that one for a moment), and wound up by asking if I'd ever had heart disease, a heart attack, a stroke, high blood pressure, arthritis, diabetes, any surgeries (one, 13 years ago for a herniated disk) and all the other ailments associated with Our Golden Years.  I answered in the negative to all her questions, save one.  The end result is I'm in pretty good shape for a geezer, with that one exception: the emphysema that's going to kill me.

How ironic.  It looks like I'm gonna die healthy.  Cue up Alanis.