Second chance for the day.
Something funny. In the summer of 1973, my family was on vacation in New York and I found myself up in the hospital for 2 months in a body cast. It went from under my arms all the way to my toes. When able, I flew home... From New York... In the body cast. The only thing I could move was my arms and neck. Back then, that was an all day trip. There I was, setting on the plane, stiff as a board, all day. There was even a plane change half way. On one leg of the trip, I have a drunk lady beside me offering me what she was having and kissing me on top my head. When I got home, my father through me in the back of our station wagon, and put my suitcases in the back seat. I got to Houston about midnight and Texas Children Hospital about 1 am.
As soon as I got to the hospital... At 1 o'clock in the morning, they cut my cast off.. The doctor here said I had it on long enough..