After calling the urologist's , and being transferred to the pharmacy , my wife was told they were mailing my prescription today . That's what they told her last week , too . She asked about biopsy results , they said the nurse would call me . No call . I am beginning to feel frustrated . At least another week of having a plastic ball and chain secured to my winkie . I will be like a kid in a candy store when this comes out (my catheter) , able to dress normally and even leave the house .
  So , back on memory lane , we move to the little Illinois River town called Pearl , where there was another coal-fired electric generating plant . This in time to have some summer vacation , and start 6th grade . We rented a small house on a hill above the town , which had a big back yard for hide-and-seek and catching fireflies . My one strong memory of Pearl is the local undertaker , who everybody called "Coon" . He always dressed in a tuxedo and top hat , like a Dickens character , even for trips to the grocers . When we would encounter him , we would always say , "Hi , Coon , how's business ?" . His reply was ever the same . With a melancholy frown he would shake his head and say "Dead , just dead ." At the age of 11 I found it hilarious . We weren't in Pearl but a few months when we bought a grand old house in the next town to the south , Kampsville , just a block from the river . I will expound further on this place later , for many of my fondest memories were made there . Until next time , Good Night and Best Wishes to all of you .