Nope. Nothing about the impeachment hearings today. I think that the big news networks have wallowed in it long enough and they (CNN and Fox) can do this adventure without me. Oh, I may take a peek once in a while, but one can safely predict what each politician is going to say, feel and push on this. Just check and see which political party they are with. So I think I will jot down a few things about how I feel about our area of the world.

I got up early and drove to Oklahoma City to the VA to have my left eye zapped by a laser. No, this is not something you just decide to have done but was an aftermath to my cataract surgery performed by the VA last year. For some reason my eye had trashed up and my doctor thought I would benefit from this. Somehow.

So, there I was sitting in the waiting room when they called me back. My young doctor was named Shane or something. He had some help. First one was an OU medical student by the name of Mohammed. He looked like he might shout “Allah Ackbar” at any moment while setting off his explosive vest. So, as to safely “neutralize” him from potentially grabbing his explosives vest and sending us on a premature visit to eternity I nervously chatted him up. Seemed to work OK. He was from New Jersey and we visited awhile about one of my old stomping grounds, a homely looking place called Bayonne.

Then, “doctor” number 3 appeared. He had an American sounding name but all I could remember was that he was from Texas. He was wearing a Texas A&M sweater and I was distracted. Doctor #1 said he would be performing the laser procedure and the other two guys were to watch. I planned on keeping a close eye on them anyway.

The guy from A&M eased into the operator’s chair while #1 kept working on positioning the laser gun. Mohammed kept his distance and nervously fingered his vest. Those dreaded words, “uh oh” were soon uttered by Doctor #1. “What’s wrong?” asks doctor A&M. “I’m having trouble keeping that tiny mark on its spot” the main doctor answered. “Perhaps if you would get out of my seat I could do better.” A&M slowly yielded the seat.

Now I was already not liking my A&M doctor much but he lost my vote completely right then. I glanced at Mohammed. He had a pleased look on his face and let his hand slide away from his vest. I felt even more relieved. “This is worse than I thought,” said Dr. #1 as he twisted knobs on his gadget. Mohammed looked on passively now while Dr. A&M stood by sulking. Dr. #1 fi nally got things just so-so and there were no more uh-ohs and finally he announced that he had everything fi xed up and it looked good. The other two took turns looking although I was not invited. I fi nally was allowed out of my chair and lied and said, “you guys did a good job.” How would I know. I now couldn’t see zip out of my left eye.

I had my wife drive home as I closely examined my prospects for a seeing eye dog. By the time we got to Allen, my vision was better and as we turned onto Broadway I was astounded to see the new gym all lit up. Cars were parked in parking lots and on the streets with plenty of parking left over. This was a Jr-High basketball tournament but with a good turnout. Our new gym looked amazingly good. I am very proud of it and look forward to basketball season this year. I think you will too.

I hope all of you have a good week. I enjoy hearing from readers and I hope you all make it to your church this Sunday.

Wayne Bullard, DPh Waynebullard@ sbcglobal.net