During the crazy of last month's move - I was madly dashing around packing when I whizzed through the hallway and managed to wrap the plug for the battery around the hinge for the closet door while wrapping the O2 tubing around the axle. I pulled the wiring from the joystick and the chair would not move. Trapped in the chair, unable to breathe, exhausted and scared...
Luckily I had my phone in my pocket. I called my friend David Murphy. He arrived along with a friend my son sent over. They extracted me from the chair and I called the chair fixer people. Before it was over I broke down sobbing "I can't do this!" David jumped up and said, "YOU need a cheeseburger from Dick's Drive In!!"
Anyway - the chair has a new joystick and I have a new appreciation for a great friend. And the healing power of cheeseburgers.
Hi, I couldn't find a way to get a hold of you so I thought I'd comment. I'm Kevin Mittleman and you posted a comment on my blog. Phil Mittleman is my Father and it's interesting to get someone else's views of him. I knew many of the "kids" that worked at the Shake Shop back then, though I was only a child of 11 when my Parents got divorced. I have both sad and fond memories of the time spent in the Downriver area as I'm sure you do too.
ReplyDeleteAnyway, Dad's still around, lives in the Chicago area in an assisted living place. I talk to him about once a week and he is getting along alright. He was never in the best of health and at 78 he's getting along about as well as can be expected.