The Forest Hills hospital seems so much more efficient that the closest one, back home.
The suffering is so much more real here too, though. Yikes.
Dan: “Bro, I got five inches FROM THE GROUND, know what talkin’ ‘bout?”
Arin: “And my legs are a foot long.”
I’m on a bus to NYC, right now. We pulled up to another bus that had broken down, and had only enough room for one of their passengers. She complained of intolerable heat and a sickening cooked smell from the engine. The driver was inconsolable to the point of trying to throw himself in front of our bus. We were able to get away and call for aid for them, but traffic remains heavy. However, this crew is strong and spirits remain high.
So it’ll be a while before I get to my apartment to photograph dad glasses, and honestly, I’ll probably forget by then.