Mitch Arnowitz

We spent friday afternoon in Baltimore, Md. at the Drs office. Anyone that knows Baltimore-Washington, DC traffic patterns knows how out of hand things get on a Friday. Adding insult to injury, the immediate family (read to mean wife and son) had a dinner invite for early evening. We left the Drs office, strapped on our flying gear and somehow made it back to Washington, DC in time for dinner. I didn't stop shaking until dessert though. Comforting though was the fact that I thought my folks were tucked in safe and sound for the weekend.

Saturday was more nerve wracking. Turns out that my dad turned off the heat in the middle of the night. I noticed this but not until the next morning. Why do older people wait for you to find things out instead of telling you? And, when they tell you, there's always a story to go along with. After awile, the stories don't really matter.

Of course, temps outside are sub-freezing and dear old dad is walking around without a shirt. That might not sound so bad but the temps inside are way below normal and dad has flu like symptoms and problems to go along with it. All's well that begins well with the heat (of course) and my heartbeat returning in time for Sunday football.