On December 15, 2002 by Eden M. Kennedy

Phew! We’re alive, no worries. Dad’s okay, recovering in the hospital from a quintuple bypass. If he manages to shake it off and pee for the nurse, he’ll have a new life as a morphine addict, but hey. Somehow in the middle of all this our landlord arranged to have our apartment painted. You know how a three-day job always takes ten days. We’re digging out. Love to everyone for the good wishes. More tomorrow.

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