ZOOT SIMS AND STAN ROGERS

They have nothing in common, of course, except I provide a small link because I knew Zoot
when I was in my early thirties, including my 33^rd year, and now, on this, the 33^rd day of my BROKEN LEG SAGA,  it is Zoot’s 90^th birthday, - Happy Birthday to him. I am marking it by celebrating the release of my leg from the beastly cast I’ve been forced into all this while (I can take it off at home, according to the doctor). As for Stan, he wrote the famous song called “The Mary Ellen Carter”, and with my new-found freedom I, like that ship, shall ‘rise again’.

I WILL bend my leg; I WILL walk normally; I WILL swim and exercise.  And I will kneel in prayerful thanksgiving on this day (“oh beautiful mother”…)

 

Happy?  Yes, - and almost back.  Speriamo.

 

But now I must go and give my knee and leg a special treat for healing so well.  I mean – do YOU know how to knit bone together, dear reader?  I certainly don’t, but that knee did it – all by itself.  Hey Hallmark – how about that new market?  Cards to body parts that do a great job for you. Just think of the athletes’ spending alone.

Why oh why don't they have a function to right the photos?


And I WILL dance again - missed the annual
dance-in-the-woods this year