We used to talk about something called the “news cycle.” This is supposed to be the amount of time a particular topic or story continues to be aired before it cycles out.
Most people survive their first M.I., if they’re not too old. Chances slim out a bit as old age sneaks in. I listened close whenever I thought I could overhear the health care people talk of my condition in the hospital. Or at least when I thought they were talking about me.
It’s a dynamic time of the year in a special spot in the universe called America. And what makes our country so special anyway? That’s not easy to figure out. At least not for me. I remember a special time for me in the fall of 1956 when I flew home from a place called Japan.