Bill, unfortunately, the disease I have does not get better. Pulmonary Fibrosis is 100-percent terminal, usually in 5 years of less after diagnosis. I knew I had the disease a couple years before confirming the diagnosis and when I finally saw a pulmonary doctor, he told Carol and I that I had 2 to 3 years to live at most. I'm in that 3rd year, and struggle for every breath. Today, when I drove to the liquor store, I put on a mask before entering and had to get the young gal there to carry out my booze - I nearly passed out, despite the fact I was on supplementary oxygen at 3 litters a minute. My boating days are over, but the memories will remain until the day I die.

Steve, there are so many great JB songs and the list is nearly endless. I love them because each and every one of them tells a story in great detail, mainly about someone that pretty much grew up in the 70s and 80s, living the life that many of us would have loved to have live during our 20s and 30s.

Sparky, every time I see your photo with that boxer, it reminds me of the one we had when our children were very young. We absolutely loved that dog, she lived to about age 17 before dying and we never really got over her passing. Her name was Carmen, and I named her after my sister in law, who lives in Florida and of Puerto Rican descent. I worked with her way back when I was working at the University Of Maryland Hospital in 1965.

Thanks again, everyone for listening and commenting,

Gary