A little over a year ago, I met Suhas Subramanyam for the first time. Last Friday evening, I attended a party for his swearing in as our Congressman in Washington DC. We are lucky to have him represent us, although it was not luck that elected him. It was hard work.
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Chunk of Tire
I still see the chunk of tractor-trailer tire flipping end-over-end in slow motion towards us. Growing bigger and bigger, it slammed into the front of our car and bounced off the hood, before disappearing in a flash. The actual elapsed time was perhaps one second from start to finish, but it was enough, and the damage was done.
Continue reading “Chunk of Tire”Gotta Stand Behind my Work
How much is quality work worth? How much would it be worth, if the person doing the work came back two years AFTER completing the job to make sure all was still good? That was our recent experience with Chad of Precision Painting and Improvements. Simply Amazing.
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R_____ looked at me and was on the verge of tears. “Oh Max, thank you so much. You are making me cry.” That wasn’t my intent. All I’d done was tell her that if she ran into problems, call me and I would help. It’s a shame what we have come to as a nation, when a person feels threatened by some of those around her.
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Here are some powerful words from our niece, Ann – I was in high school when Columbine occurred in 1999. I started college in 2001 and then 9/11 happened. The Virginia Tech shooting occurred in 2007. A year later, there was a shooting at my husband’s school, Northern Illinois University. He was on campus on Valentine’s Day, 2008 when a shooter walked in and killed 5 people in a lecture hall. For Sandy Hook in 2012, I was a mom and have been for every school shooting since then
Clearly I don’t know the answer on how to fix the gun problem, or the mental health problem, or the hate problem, but much of it seems to be a uniquely American problem.
Across the board our (collective American) priorities are wacked. The pressure on American families is through the roof. It’s a hustle culture with overconsumption as the fuel. There are two working parents in most homes trying to keep up with rising costs of basic living. This has been the case for me since I married in 2008. Those with any extra disposable income are outsourced to death trying to enrich their kids with activities and sports that formerly came naturally in neighborhoods and local parks.
People are living way beyond their means, building pressure inside the home. Parents are stressed, over worked, underpaid, sick and depressed. I hate to say it’s the breakdown of the American family because that is usually used as a politically charged statement, but … We have grown so much as a country and we now really do celebrate so many varieties of families. Unfortunately, there is little or no support for them.
In so many ways, American life has become a joke. American healthcare (as privileged as I am to be here) is a joke; insurance is a joke; childcare is a joke; maternity leave is a joke; FMLA is a joke; gun laws are a joke; the Department of Child and Family Services is a joke; WIC is a joke. Our public schools, our school boards and our city halls have become jokes. Many of our churches have become jokes. As we watch on the big screen, our highest government offices in our state capitols and Washington DC are also a series of jokes.
Some kids out there are fighting for their lives socially, emotionally and physically. It doesn’t seem to matter. To make it extra special, we give our kids the technology to access it all, and put it in their hands. We kiss them goodbye in the morning and expect that things will work out OK.
I hope our gun laws change in a way that will benefit our society. But I also hope our society changes fundamentally to benefit our future. If not, what do we have?

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Addendum:
- Ann originally wrote this in response to a post I’d made on Facebook about the recent school shooting in Georgia. She was writing in response to the deaths at the school, but also because of the utter neglect the 14 year-old shooter had received from his family and the systems that should have been in place to help him. Her words were as powerful as anything I’ve heard in a while, particularly in comparison to the talking heads on TV from both sides. Thanks for having the courage to speak up Ann. We love you.
- I’ve written a couple of other blog about Gun violence. You can read them here:
- There was no urgency to write this blog. I knew another mass shooting would happen sooner or later. I didn’t have to tie it to Buffalo or California. The next shooting would come along soon enough. I wasn’t disappointed. Texas happened this past […] Continue at: https://mnhallblog.wordpress.com/2022/05/29/guns-and-murica/
- In light of the recent 4th of July mass killings in Highland Park , I’ve been rethinking Steven Stills classic song, ‘Find the Cost of Freedom’. “Find the cost of freedom, buried in the ground. Mother earth will swallow you, lay your body down” […] Continue at: https://mnhallblog.wordpress.com/2022/07/07/the-cost-of-freedom/
- I was invited by the Brady Organization to speak at the End Gun Violence Rally on the National Mall yesterday. This was in conjunction with the 2022 DC March for our Lives today. Here are my words … My Name is Max Hall. I am a graduate of West Point and Veteran of the United States Army. I would also point out that I am a gun owner […] Continue at: https://mnhallblog.wordpress.com/2022/06/11/speaking-out-on-gun-violence/
Uncle Noble
80 years ago this week, my “Uncle” Noble and the 9th Infantry Division sealed off the Cherbourg Peninsula eleven days after D-Day during WWII. I was thinking about him while watching the Band of Brothers on TV. When Easy Company jumped into Normandy for their first wartime engagement, Noble and the 9th had already been in combat for over 1 1/2 years.
Noble was Dad’s best friend, after his brothers, Mick and George. Both he and Dad joined the Army when underage in 1940, over a year before WWII started. They were in B Company, 60th Regimental Combat Team (RCT), of the storied 9th Infantry Division.

Mom, Dad, “Uncle” Noble and “Aunt” Myra were great friends through the years and got together several times a year. The four of them had a close friendship that lasted a lifetime. I learned a lot about life, and about enjoying life from all of them, but particularly Dad and Noble. They told stories from their time in the Army – almost always funny stories of things that happened. The serious stuff? The stories of death and destruction? Those didn’t make it to the kitchen table where folks gathered, drinking coffee and listening, as these two combat veterans told their tales.
Noble’s actual WWII story is interesting. It’s one you can’t really tell without also telling the story of the 9th.
Dad and Noble’s wartime experience started on November 8th, 1942, when the 9th took part in the Invasion of North Africa. Until D-Day happened, it was the largest wartime amphibious assault ever. After three days of battle, they took Port Lyautey, Morocco and the Vichy French surrendered. After some downtime, in January of ‘43, the 60th RCT was the only unit selected to take part in a review for President Roosevelt who was at the Casablanca Conference. Dad and Noble were both there and told us funny stories of the comments in the ranks as Roosevelt passed their unit in a jeep for the review. “Hey Rosie – who’s leading the country while you’re over here?” “Hey Rosie – Who’s keeping Mamie warm while you’re over here?”

Things got tough again after that. Starting in February, they fought their way across Algeria and then Tunisia. Station de Sened, Maknassy, Bizerte – forgotten names now, but deadly locations in the spring of ‘43. The Germans eventually surrendered at Bizerte, on May 9th, 1943, just over a year before D-Day.
The 9th wasn’t finished though. A little over two months later, in July of ‘43 they took part in the invasion of Sicily. The 60th conducted the famous “Ghost March” through the mountains of Sicily, which the Germans originally thought were impenetrable. Dad was shot three times there, and almost died. It took them a few days to evacuate Dad to an aid station, and then a hospital. The war was over for him and they eventually sent him back to the States.

In fact Dad’s wounds were so severe, Noble thought he had died, or would die shortly. As they evacuated him, Noble and the 60th continued the fight. 38 days after the invasion began, Sicily fell on August 20th. Noble was there when Patton addressed the Division on August 26th, congratulating them for their efforts.
In September of ‘43, the 9th deployed to England for rest and refitting. With just over nine months until D-Day, the 60th had already fought in four countries on two continents.
On June 10th, D-Day plus 4, Noble and the 9th landed on Utah Beach. Their mission? Attack towards Cherbourg and cut off the peninsula. This they did and on the 17th of June, reached the ocean on the other side of the peninsula, and eventually, captured the port of Cherbourg itself. If you’ve forgotten your history, Cherbourg was critical for the allies to establish a port on the Atlantic Seaboard. Back home, the news singled out the 9th for their efforts.

From there, they started on the great chase across France. The 9th advanced over 600 miles by the end of September thru France and into Belgium. In 3 1/2 months they were engaged in three major campaigns and were only out of action for a total of five days.
The 9th was among the first units entering Germany itself. For actions on December 12th in the Hurtgen Forest area of Germany, Noble’s unit, B company 60th RCT, received a Distinguished Unit Citation for combat actions in Germany. At the time, the company probably had around 80 or so men.

Just after the 12th, The 9th was pulled out of the line due to the heavy casualties they had sustained. It was “resting” in the Monschau Forest area of Belgium, when on December 16th, 1944, the German winter offensive, the “Battle of the Bulge” started. Thrown back into combat, the Division beat back the enemy at the northern edge of “The Bulge”.
The Battle of the Bulge, The Ardennes, the fight across Germany to the Rhine River – Noble saw all of that. On 7 March, when the American 9th Armored Division captured the bridge across the Rhine River at Remagen, Noble and the 60th RCT were among the first Infantry units to cross under heavy fire and defend the bridgehead from the East side of the Rhine.

On across Germany – The Ruhr, The Hartz Mountains… On April 26th, 1945, a patrol from the 60th RCT linked up with the Russians at the Elbe River. The war in Europe officially ended on May 7th.
Noble spent 2 1/2 years in combat, fought in seven countries and survived without a scratch. Miracles do happen.
In 1950, a minor miracle also happened.
In July of that year, a knock came at my parent’s door and Mom answered. A young couple was standing there and wanted to know if William Hall lived there. Mom said yes and called Dad. All of a sudden there was yelling, and exclamations, and hugging, and dancing and back pounding – it was Noble, and his new wife Myra.
It turned out Noble and Myra were traveling from a vacation in Wisconsin back to Southern Illinois where they lived, when they passed our hometown – Ottawa. Noble thought Dad had died in Sicily, and then remembering he was from Ottawa, decided to stop in and see if he could find Dad’s parents and offer his condolences. He looked the name William Hall up in the phone book, and stopped off at the local VFW to see if anyone knew of Dad or his relations. They then drove to the address from the phone book, assuming it was my grandfather’s home. Instead, he and Dad saw each other for the first time since August of 1943 in Sicily.
I was born in ’55 and named Max Noble Hall in honor of Noble. I always enjoyed seeing him and Myra over the years during their visits. Later, at West Point, and then while spending my own time in the Army, I often asked myself if I was measuring up to these men from B Company of the 60th RCT.

I feel so lucky having known them and having heard the stories Noble and Dad told. It’s only in the last decade I’ve matched those stories up to the details in history books. I can tell you they greatly underplayed what they did for America and the free world. What I wouldn’t give for another day with Noble and Dad – listening to the stories, and this time, asking more questions.
The “Greatest Generation” is mostly gone now. I think it’s important we not let them, or their stories be forgotten.
Here’s to you Uncle Noble. Thanks for everything you did for this country and being an influence in my life. It’s a debt I can never repay.
Addendum:
- Some of this blog was extracted from a blog I did a few years ago about Dad and three of his buddies from the 9th. You can read it here if you want: https://mnhallblog.wordpress.com/2016/06/17/dad-deason-boggs-and-noble/
- I relied on the book, “Eight Stars to Victory, A History of the Veteran Ninth U.S. Infantry Division”, published in 1948, as background for much of the factual information in this blog.
No One Stands Alone
On May 1st of this year, The United Methodist Church voted overwhelmingly to accept LGBTQ clergy and allow ministers to perform LGBTQ weddings. It was a good day for my church and for all of us. Raised as a Methodist, I’m happy to see the church finally take this next step, although it hasn’t been an easy path getting to this point.
I grew up a Methodist. I was baptized in the church as a baby, confirmed in my youth, and received my Boy Scout God and Country award after working with our minister, Reverened Hearn, for nearly a year. I belonged to the Methodist Youth Fellowship (MYF) both in Junior High and High School. When mom passed away in 2017, her service was held at the same church I grew up in and where she and my dad were married in 1951. I believe our church was a part of my foundation, helping me grow into the person I’ve become.

John Wesley founded the Methodist Church in the mid 1700s and over time, it grew to become the second largest Protestant denomination in the United States. The church has focused on social issues from the beginning, including the abolition of slavery. The Methodist Church also promoted the idea of women pastors, who were officially recognized in 1956, earlier than most other churches.
Although the Methodist Church had openly gay members and ministers for quite some time, in 2019, delegates from around the world voted 438 to 384 passing what was called the “Traditional Plan”, which tightened the church’s existing ban on same-sex marriage and gay and lesbian clergy. Many of those that voted to tighten the ban were from overseas churches, particularly in Africa, and from conservative churches here in the southern United States. However, the writing was on the wall, and it was inevitable that change would come. As a result, in 2019 churches were also given a four-year window to choose to leave over “reasons of conscience” if they desired, and still keep their church property.
In the intervening four years, nearly a quarter of the nation’s roughly 30,000 United Methodist churches departed by the December ‘23 deadline. In Texas, more than forty percent of the churches left.
I prefer looking at the statistics another way. Three-quarters of the churches elected to stay and embrace love, and the future. The tally Wednesday to remove the 40-year-old ban on the ordination of “self-avowed practicing homosexuals” was 692 to 51. Embrace the future, indeed.

“We’ve always been a big-tent church where all of God’s beloved were fully welcome,” said Bishop Tracy Smith Malone, the new president of the Council of Bishops. She called the vote “a celebration of God breaking down walls.” *
After the votes, some attendees gathered in a circle to sing a Methodist song that has become a refrain for many LGBTQ Christians. “Draw the circle wide, draw it wider still. Let this be our song: No one stands alone.” *
I spoke with a friend, Bob, who I grew up with. Bob still lives back home and goes to our old church there. He told me that at last week’s service, as communion was offered, the minister made an extra point of saying everyone is welcome to take communion. Everyone.
Yes, I grew up a Methodist. I’m proud of what the Church did this month. God’s love is alive and with all of us. Let this be our song – no one stands alone.
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Addendum:
- Thanks to my friend Bob, back in Ottawa for reviewing this blog and providing some input. We had some texts back and forth on what was going on in the Methodist Church in general, and more specifically in my old church there. Bob is a true person of faith and I respect him, and his opinions.
- * These two paragraphs were modified from a New York Times article on the recent vote.
- ** Photo is from 1st United Methodist Church of Ottawa, Il Facebook page.
They Marched On
Hup, two, three, four, Hup, two three, four… His army had been on the move forever and marched to the sound of the drums. They had lost a legion of followers, but the main fight was coming, and they were ready. They would take no prisoners in this final battle.
The drums beat, and they marched on. The cadence was locked in their heads. It was relentless and never ending. They didn’t sleep, they didn’t rest, they ate on the march. The drumbeat marked the passing of time.
Hup, two, three, four.
Who are we, marching for?
Trump, Trump, Trump.
Yes, it had been a long march since 2015. It had taken them years, but they had rooted out those who were disloyal to the cause. Now they were pure, and marching on.
Dead was the captured loser, McCain.
Trump, Trump, Trump.
Departing was the lightweight loser and compromiser Romney.
Trump, Trump, Trump.
Gone were his generals, Mattis, McMaster and Kelly who all betrayed him.
Trump, Trump, Trump.
Dead, or no longer relevant, were the Bush’s, father and sons.
Trump, Trump, Trump.
Irrelevant are the cowards and liars, Barr and Bolton.
Trump, Trump, Trump.
Gone were the Congressional betrayers, Kinzinger, Cheney and six of the other eight who voted to impeach.
Trump, Trump, Trump.
Retired was The Chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff, General Mark Milley, who committed treason and maybe deserved death.
Trump, Trump, Trump.
Gone was the weak Secretary of Defense, Esper, who wouldn’t stand firm.
Trump, Trump, Trump.
Reduced to nothing was the traitor, Pence.
Trump, Trump, Trump.
Removed was the clown and Speaker of the House, McCarthy.
Trump, Trump, Trump.
Removed was the faithless Chair of the Republican Party, Ronna McDaniel.
Trump, Trump, Trump.
They marched on in lockstep.
Hup, two, three, four.
Who will we be fighting for?
Trump, Trump, Trump.
They thought about the constant questions coming from the enemy of the people, the fake news, or from those treacherous disloyal Americans they would deal with soon enough. They know there is only one answer to all questions.
Who is the greatest business man, even though his companies have declared bankruptcy six times?
Trump, Trump, Trump.
Who can shoot someone on 5th Avenue and get away with it?
Trump, Trump, Trump.
Who can grab women by the pussy and laugh about it?
Trump, Trump, Trump.
After the march of white supremacists in Charlottesville, who said there are very fine people on both sides?
Trump, Trump, Trump.
Who tells us the only social network or news we can trust is Truth Social?
Trump, Trump, Trump.
When asked about violence from white supremacists, who told the hate group, The Proud Boys, to “stand back and stand by” ?
Trump, Trump, Trump.
Who can work the very best deal with the dictator Putin?
Trump, Trump, Trump.
Who says he will let Russia do “whatever the hell they want” with our NATO allies?
Trump, Trump, Trump.
Who recently said he is friends with President Xi of China?
Trump, Trump, Trump.
Who privately calls dead and wounded American soldiers suckers and losers? Who made fun of Niki Haley’s husband while he was deployed overseas with the National Guard?
Trump, Trump, Trump.
Who promised to reduce the national debt, but ran up the third largest deficit in American history? (After Lincoln and Bush SR, who were both funding wars).
Trump, Trump, Trump.
Who is lying about making a profit while selling “special” Bibles at $59.99 (plus tax, shipping and handling)?
Trump, Trump, Trump.
Who fired the entire Republican National Committee staff, but told them they could reapply for their jobs, with this as one of their interview questions: “Was the 2020 election stolen?”
Trump, Trump, Trump.
Who issued an ALL CAPS statement on our holy Easter Sunday calling the judges & justice officials involved in his prosecutions “CROOKED AND CORUPT,” ending his screed with “HAPPY EASTER EVERYONE!”?
Trump, Trump, Trump.”
Who’s the greatest Republican president ever? Was it Lincoln? No! Was it Reagan? No! It was,
Trump, Trump, Trump.
Who said: “Now, if I don't get elected, it's gonna be a bloodbath for the whole — that's gonna be the least of it. It's going to be a bloodbath for the country. That will be the least of it."
Trump, Trump, Trump, Trump, Trump, Trump. Trump.
They marched on. Yes, they were fewer now than before, but that didn’t matter. They marched on. And they knew if he won in November, they would root out more disloyalty – certainly in the government, but also in the party. Oh yes, there were many scores to settle.
Hup, two, three, four.
Who will we take vengeance for?
Trump, Trump, Trump.
They marched on.
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Addendum:
- If you aren’t a Trump supporter, there are seven months until the election. What are you going to do, in addition to voting, to stop his election? Knock doors? Donate dollars? Write postcards? Text or Call for candidates? Talk to your neighbors? What actions are you personally going to take?
- If you are undecided? Reach out. I’m happy to have a conversation.
- And, if you are a Trump marcher? OK. We all know where you stand, and what you stand for. He has told us many times, in many ways.
- Thanks to my oldest friends, Howard and Mark who reviewed this blog and gave me encouragement on it. I should note that Howard is a lifelong Democrat. Mark was a lifelong Republican who left the party recently and is now an Independent. For those not aware of my own political journey, I was a left leaning Independent, who became a Democrat after the events in Charlottesville in 2017.
Here are a three previous blogs I’ve written about our former president, after he lost the election in 2020:
- On Jan 4, 2021: It’s a sad day for America when all ten of our living former Secretaries of Defense feel compelled to release a letter saying the election is over, Biden has legally won, and the military should NOT be used to intervene in the election. That they feel compelled to say this says volumes about where we are in America […] Continue at: https://mnhallblog.wordpress.com/2021/01/04/sad-day-for-america/
- On Jan 7, 2021: He told us five years ago his thoughts about what he could do and how his supporters would react. Remember? Just prior to the Iowa caucuses in 2016, candidate Trump stated “I could stand in the middle of Fifth Avenue and shoot somebody, and I wouldn’t lose […] Continue at: https://mnhallblog.wordpress.com/2021/01/07/he-told-us-five-years-ago/
- On June 12, 2022: It’s been a busy couple of weeks for our former president. It’s not every day you get to announce your candidacy for the presidency, have dinner with a couple of racist Hitler fans, and declare the Constitution should be terminated. That’s a full month, even by Trump […] Continue at: https://mnhallblog.wordpress.com/2022/12/06/making-choices/
Dear God,
Dear God, I ask that you guide me, so I do not become a bitter old man. There are so many of them these days. Angry at women, angry at youth, angry at our country, angry at you. Their’s is a seemingly endless list. Often, they appear angry at everything except themselves. Do not let me become that person.
God, I know in our youth, we laughed at angry old men. We didn’t see us becoming them, and yet so many have. They look back with fondness to the “good old days”. I look back, and I’m not sure I see the good times they long for. Which years are they talking about? The depression in the ‘30s? The 400,000 American Soldiers or 75 million who died during WWII? The Korean War, threat of nuclear escalation and racial segregation of the ‘50s? Vietnam along with the racial and civil strife during the ‘60s and ‘70s? The market crashes in ‘87, 2000, ‘07 and 2020? September 11th, 2001? Our recent decades of war in Iraq and Afghanistan?
Lord, I know the world isn’t perfect. We all have problems in our lives. I have problems in my life. Still, I try to see the passing beauty and goodness of each and every day. Why do others choose not to see this? A sunrise or sunset … Flowers … A flock of birds passing overhead … A playful pet … The sounds of nature … The crack of a bat at a baseball game …. There are so many things to be thankful for.
Instead, their hatred, frustration and self-censorship consume their minds, allowing no other sights or sounds to enter. Indeed, my own voice must sound like a clanging bell or siren to them, not penetrating their consciousness, only infuriating them all the more.
God, why do we now have a nation of Howard Beales*, old men who are mad as hell, and aren’t going to take it anymore? Are they not aware Howard was not only “mad as hell”, but also just plain mad? It was network TV for Howard. For the madmen of today, we see it not only on TV, but in their Facebook posts, tweets, messages and email exchanges with those of us who were their friends.
Thank you for listening Lord. I know you are busy. Please help and guide me. Allow me to keep balance in my life. Maybe you could also shine a little light for others as well. Help them also regain some balance. As I learned from the Cadet Prayer years ago, “Kindle our hearts in fellowship with those of a cheerful countenance, and soften our hearts with sympathy for those who sorrow and suffer.”
I ask this in your name,
Amen.

Addendum:
- * For those of you who don’t recall Howard Beale, here’ a link to the key scene in the movie, “Network”, which was released in 1976 (according to at least some people, part of the good old days). Mad Mr Beale takes to the air waves and, well you can see for yourself here if you’ve forgotten the scene https://youtu.be/GFzlm9wQ4MI
- The photo at the top of the blog is from “Praying Hands”, a pen-and-ink drawing by the German painter and theorist Albrecht Dürer. Completed in 1508, Wikipedia says it is “the most widely reproduced depiction of prayer in the Western World”.
Who Are These Old People?
I was sitting in my cardiologist’s waiting room and looked around. My immediate thought was, “Wow, there are a lot of older people here”. And then I smiled, because I am of course one of those “older people”. Older is a relative word, but if the shoe fits…
When I was younger, one of the phrases I never thought I would utter was “my cardiologist”. That all changed after I was bitten by a copperhead* and developed AFIB in the summer of 2012. I’ve been in continual AFIB since then, although, honestly, I don’t usually notice it and have continued all of my normal activities.

It did add to the number of drugs I take. For decades, I didn’t need any pills. Oh sure, I took the occasional aspirin or later, ibuprofen, and in the springtime took an allergy pill, but that was about it. Over time, things changed.
First, my allergy pill went from only spring to about three quarters of the year after moving to the farm.
Next came a statin. I spent a couple of years trying to control my cholesterol with diet alone, and while it dropped some, it wasn’t enough. I was tracking my meals at the time and even after I went three months with 90% vegetarian meals it didn’t drop significantly. So, Atorvastatin was added to my mix of drugs and it dropped like a rock. And because atorvastatin can affect CoQ10 levels in the body, it was suggested I take a CoQ10 supplement. It turns out your cells — especially your mitochondria — need CoQ10 to make energy. Decreased CoQ10 levels in the body could mean your muscles have less energy, leading to muscle aches and pains. Pill number three was added.

My doctor and I spent quite a bit of time talking about health in general. In addition to meat, I reduced the amount of dairy in my diet as many people do. Cheese was practically a food group for me for decades, and I cut it back quite a bit. We also talked about sun exposure and increased chances of skin cancer. I started wearing hats more and didn’t spend as much time in the sun.
Perhaps it was no surprise at my next annual physical I showed a Vitamin D deficiency. My doctor suggested I add a vitamin D supplement to my regime. I countered, “We didn’t have this problem before cutting back on dairy and staying out of the sun. Perhaps I should eat more cheese, while working on my tan.” She smiled but I’m not quite sure she enjoyed my sense of humor. I dutifully added pill number 4, a chewable Vitamin D tablet.
After AFIB started, I went from a baby aspirin to a whole aspirin to, eventually, the blood thinner Eliquis. There’s a stroke history on my dad’s side of the family. He, along with an uncle and two of my cousins suffered strokes. When my younger sister, Tanya, had one a few years back, I told my cardiologist, who immediately said it was time to go on a blood thinner.
With the addition of Eliquis, I upped my morning intake to five different pills. I bought one of those neat little weekly pill box containers to dole out my daily stash. I chuckled a bit at that as well. Years ago on visits home, I remember rolling my eyes as mom dutifully filled her and dad’s pill boxes for the week.

Cardiologists and pill containers – yep, I am getting a wee bit older. As RiffRaff sings in Rocky Horror, “It’s astounding, time is fleeting…”.**
Maybe it’s not so much astounding as inevitable and we all know it. Still, you have to enjoy the trip and occasionally chuckle at the absurdity of it all. Otherwise, what’s the point?
Addendum:
- *Yes I really was bitten by a copperhead. You can read about it here: https://mnhallblog.wordpress.com/2017/07/30/copperhead-hunting-in-flip-flops/
- ** I felt compelled to drop in the quote from “Time Warp” in Rocky Horror, but maybe that just makes me look older as well ;-). Do younger folk today still watch the movie?









