Pacific Grove, California, USA
My appendix out, but, five days later I'm back in the hospital. Pleurisy and pneumonia. A garden room . . . really, quite lovely. My wife, Elaine, plays the Native American flute for hospice patients. I once read that archeologists found the wing bone of a swan that had been fashioned into a 3-hole flute. I imagine how it must have lifted spirits in a cave dwelling 35,000 years ago. Now, on Valentine's Day, she plays it for me.