No Country for Old Men

I was, apropos of the last post, considering joining a reading group. No More! I had a heart attack occasioned by a meeting of the condominium group of which I am president and it made me so mad that my blood pressure went over 200 and I had a myocardial infarct and then, two weeks later a mural soft thrombus developed in the heart that broke loose, floated to the brain and I had a stroke. It only affected speech but to read aloud a one act play to a group with a speech deficit is tantamount to getting along with condominium owners, an impossible task. It goes to show, once again, genial indifference in some venues will go a long way to achieving longevity if that is your wish. I had thought that as president of the College of Physicians and Surgeons of BC and the Chief of the Medical Staff of The Royal Jubilee Hospital I was prepared for all  meetings and attempts to torpedo the same. But I was young and strong then. Now as Isaiah says, "people are like grass--Their beauty is like the flower in the field---the grass withereth and the flower therof falleth away."  The condominium business is "no country for old men."