Well the legs and hands might be worse than the hearing loss, at least that does not hurt.

The new drug, synthetic grass, might be the ticket.

So far I've had tartan keleidiscopes I could have change colour at will, stuffed bunnines that talked and were soft, and when I realized I could conjure up what I wanted had a visit from 3 cheerleaders, I then, content, lay my head in her lap and darned if it didn't turn into 8 a.m. and the sun was in my eyes. Not a pom pom in sight.

John Conley
Musica est vita