Nebraska is a small state, and sooner or later, everyone will meet at Lincoln.
I just wrote that adage myself, but my wife is already a firm believer. At BryanLGH for her father’s triple bypass, Candy was reminded that it really is a small state.
“So you’re the ones who bumped my father!” said Linda Thurman of McCook, commenting on how her father’s heart surgery had been delayed so my father-in-law’s bypass could proceed first. She is married to the Rev. Jeff Thurman of Memorial United Methodist Church of McCook.
Heading up the elevator, Candy saw someone she thought she should know.
It was an old classmate of mine, Mike Jochum, who was at the hospital so his father’s pacemaker could be put back in order.
So, the Rev. Jeff Thurman’s father-in-law, my classmate’s father-in-law, and my father-in-law were all in the hospital at the same time. In the waiting room, Candy ran into people who had ties to Cambridge, and someone else whose father was from Holbrook. Next time, I hope they’re all in Lincoln for a better reason, like a Cornhusker game.
I’m happy to report that my father-in-law is doing well, was up and walking around the day following surgery and should be back home by now. ———
‘This isn’t Los Angeles, you know,” laughed the parking lot attendant at the Lincoln hospital.
My wife was inquiring as to which parking lot would be safer. Yes, Lincoln is a small town, but it never hurts to be careful. Still, it’s nice to know this isn’t Los Angeles.
Take a co-worker, for instance, who had her car stolen the other night. Shocked, she called the police and myself. Thankfully, the expensive digital camera she uses wasn’t in the vehicle, but a few hundred dollars worth of lenses were.
The next day, the vehicle was recovered in a local park, a little dusty, with some extra miles on the odometer.
The lenses and some other valuables were undisturbed, and it had a few extra gallons of gasoline in the tank. ——— It was great to see my hometown Sutherland Junior High Band at Heritage Days, and all of the bands were an inspiration. I have a soft spot in my heart (maybe it’s in my head) for school bands, since that’s where my wife and I met way back when.
I was especially impressed by that one band’s performance, which included marching backwards part-way down C Street.
Unless they want to walk home next time, however, they might want to let their band instructor in on the plans.
— Bruce Crosby learned the hard way that cowboy boots don’t make good marching shoes.
