. . . I didn't know it was freezing in Hell.
The mighty blogger-king/local journalist, Edward Cone, generally deliberately deaf, dumb and blind to anything going on south of Greensboro's city limits (particularly if it's a local story that might be relevant to any of the myriad of ills facing healthcare today), has taken note of Community One's sad/sorry predicament.
Still snowed in, I must call/ inform my pal, Buzz Armfield-of-the-Asheboro Armfields, of this momentous occasion. He tells me that he may have had a Bob Morrison sighting earlier this month at a Greensboro restaurant whilst dining with the Mrs./some friends.
The fellow diner-presumed-to-be-Bob certainly met the physical description . . . and glowered at Buzz most of the evening.
The Buzzman was unfazed. A lesser being like myself would have gotten indigestion.
Given what the Bobber makes, courtesy of the oblivious "right people" composing the Board of Directors of our local "non-profit" hospital, I'd have sent him the bill for that dinner.
Christmas is over, folks. And, when it comes to good-will towards some men in Asheboro, I gave at the office long ago.
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2 comments:
"in jeopardy of failing."
Duh.......ya think?
Oh, as I said Doctor, I'm not sure it was Bobby Dearest, but the gentlemen did take an interest in me, and I was flattered, but I do play hard to get. One mustn't be considered "easy"....
Yeah, like I said a Cone's, the couches got turned over long ago.
Re: The possible Bobbit sighting. The description certainly fits.
Thanks for educating me re: Federal MSA rankings. It certainly explains a lot about the way some "right" folks in Greensboro act towards their "neighbors".
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