Red Mosquito

spike wrote:my stepdad's missing from the rehab facility he's been staying at. not good.

doug rr wrote:

spike wrote:my stepdad's missing from the rehab facility he's been staying at. not good.

holy shit..hoping for the best buddy

spike wrote:

doug rr wrote:

spike wrote:my stepdad's missing from the rehab facility he's been staying at. not good.

holy shit..hoping for the best buddy

Thanks pal. The police found him across the street; he seems okay other than being out of it and soaking wet. My mom and sister were on the scene, he’s being transferred to the hospital now.

spike wrote:

doug rr wrote:

spike wrote:my stepdad's missing from the rehab facility he's been staying at. not good.

holy shit..hoping for the best buddy

Thanks pal. The police found him across the street; he seems okay other than being out of it and soaking wet. My mom and sister were on the scene, he’s being transferred to the hospital now.

Higgs wrote:

spike wrote:

doug rr wrote:

spike wrote:my stepdad's missing from the rehab facility he's been staying at. not good.

holy shit..hoping for the best buddy

Thanks pal. The police found him across the street; he seems okay other than being out of it and soaking wet. My mom and sister were on the scene, he’s being transferred to the hospital now.

Shit. That's fucked up.

When my Dad was early into his dementia but still living at home he went missing a few times on walks. Once my sister found him a few streets away and he ran away from her into the bushes. Some construction workers working on a house nearby ended up helping her coax him out and back home with her.

I will always remember the day not long after my brother and I walked him into the hospital holding his hands when it was apparent he could no longer live at home. It was a really sad day.

All the best spike.

Carl Sandburg wrote:There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

Peeps wrote:About a mile from home he asked me to take the highway. I asked what highway and he said the one to see my wife.