Finally, I can spill my mental clutter

This blog is finally here not only because I need it to keep me less insane, but also b/c my friend Trish told me she would start nagging me if I didn't do it. Well, I don't suffer nags gladly, so I went ahead and got busy. I won't always write much, but when I do, you can bet it will be something useless and trivial that you can carry with you all day like a bad song from the '80's that sticks in your head (try Wake Me Up Before You Go-Go). Sorry, I dare you not to picture the video. Anyway, here's one little snippet I've been wanting to share: I go to the local Army hospital for my medical care (BAMC) here in San Antonio. Outside the building, they have a few of these little glassed-in (actually, smoked-glass) cubicles probably equipped with hard plastic benches and a lot of exhaust fans. They are called the "smoke shacks" where all the poor nicotine addicts have to gather and try to hide their scarlet (actually, more like a Marlboro Red color) letters of cigarette shame. So anyway, I'm in a clinic at BAMC when I hear over the intercom, I kid you not, "Code Blue in the North Smoke Shack, Code Blue in the North Smoke Shack" Sure, it was a sad day for Code Blue dude, but for everyone else, it was effing hilarious.