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I am off to the park to feed my goose.

Beautiful weather today, 69 and sunny, nice day for a Xena Warrior Scooter ride.

Gimothy the Goose is looking good. Flocks have been stopping at the fishing pond and then moving on. Gimothy and his crew (3 other geese and the ducks) are always there, I believe they will not be migrating. Yesterday there were 3 other flocks, in separate areas, but the day before that it was just Gimmy and the crew. Easier to feed Gimmy when the asshole geese aren’t there. I stick around and be the big goose to make sure Gimothy can get their share.

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I'll share a good times:

A few years ago one of my patients was an African gentleman. Very hard of hearing, not much English, Muslim, very nice guy. Dying of cancer. He lived with his granddaughter and brand-new great-granddaughter. Super sweet family, very poor, living a rather marginal existence. At one point I took a photo of all three of them together, my patient holding the baby in his lap.

They disappeared abruptly (it's ok, this was before Trump II), I believe they moved out of the area to be with extended family. And that was pretty much the end of it for me.

Until:

The other day I got a text at random on my work phone. It was my patient's granddaughter. She was wondering if I still had that photo of the three of them. It was the only photo in existence of her grandfather and her daughter. I checked my phone, and I still had it. Sent it to her. He had died a couple years previously. She was very grateful.

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