OF ALL THE GIN JOINTS

(EDITOR’S NOTE – At the end of the previous article, “Errand Day”, I had just heard from “my neurologist” I might have ALS, aka Lou Gehrig’s Disease.) So, like I said, I walk upstairs and just tell Nancy the doctor is not sure what’s ailing me and to “enjoy Italy”. No way am I gonna talk about the Iron Horse. I don’t even Google ALS. That would be a death sentence. We all know that. I had a…