Last night, right before Allentown Central Catholic was about to take on Stroudsburg in boys' basketball, I received a disturbing call that Dat's grandmother had been rear-ended on Route 191. I was asked to get her at the hospital and left right away. I dropped John Bryant off in Nazareth, then did an about face for the hospital. I'm still there.
Turns out she has a broken nose and broken ribs, and since they are the upper ribs, they want to keep her overnight. They are concerned the rib might have nicked her lungs. She is in considerable pain, as anyone who has suffered a cracked rib can attest.
By the time they find a room, she may be healed and I may be dead from old age. I can't really post any of my usual stories until I return to the bunker, and when that happens, I'll probably want to sleep. So no additional stories today.