I found this TB about a week ago, apologies to those seeking him. Just after re-closing the box and emerging from the woods, I suffered a minor stroke. Not knowing what was going on at the time, I dropped to my knees, both to stabilize myself and to try and reach my phone, which I store in my sock for obvious reasons. I had planned on calling my great grand son, who is a volunteer firefighter in rural southeast North Dakota but I lost consciousness. When I came to, I was in the Gatlinburg ER hooked to a bunch of machinery. I knew damn well I didn't have medical insurance but...did they? Only time would tell. I played possum for a few days. Once I overheard them saying I would "probably" recover, I knew just what to do. I waited until nightfall, removed all of the needles from myself and slipped out of the room, into the elevator and walked right out the front door. I was in only the hospital gown and didn't dare ask for my own clothes back lest they catch my name, so I stuck my thumb out and hoped for the best. To make a long story short, a wonderful