Hurricane Advice

Hurricane season is upon us on the east coast of the USA. Every day we watch tropical storms forming in the Caribbean and track their projected path, constantly looking at weather updates to see if they will wreak havoc with our weekend or vacation plans, work commutes, business travel schedules, or require boarding up our houses, taking in the outdoor furniture, or evacuating the coastal areas. We stock up on water, flashlights, batteries, candles, matches, and canned or dried food in case of power outages and food shortages. There is no lack of advice on how to prepare for a hurricane or tropical storm at this time of year.  So you may want to just ignore the rest of what I have to say. Or not.

Several years ago, during a local power failure resulting from a severe tropical storm, everything in our freezer began to defrost (so we had a huge barbecue). It dawned on me that the same thing would be happening everywhere in our town. Most notably, all the ice cream would be melting. So I jumped in the car and drove to the nearest ice cream store and, sure enough, they were beginning to throw out all of their mushy ice cream. They were more than happy to let me help myself to as much as I could eat. For free. So my advice to you is this: forget about the canned peas, the defrosting hot dogs can wait, but as soon as the power goes out, pack up the family and head to your local ice cream store before it all melts. (See also Ice Cream (Gelato)).

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The King of King’s Road (10)

(continued from The King of King’s Road (9))

When the morning shift arrived at the Chelsea Fire Station, they found the homeless man still asleep on a cot in their locker room. Some of the departing firemen from the night shift lingered to describe the violent attack of the night before. The firemen decided to let the homeless man continue to enjoy the comfort and safety of a good night’s sleep. They laid a muffin and cup of coffee next to the cot and went about their morning chores.

Periodically, they checked the locker room and found the homeless man still asleep. By late morning, they became concerned. They could see that he was breathing heavily but he had not changed positions since they arrived. One of the firemen nudged him gently at first, then more forcefully, attempting to wake him. Still, the homeless man did not move. Then the fireman turned him over on his back with still no reaction. The fireman opened the homeless man’s eyelids and there was no response. At that point, they knew they needed medical help.

Several of the firemen lifted their guest, placed him on a stretcher and placed him in their ambulance. With sirens blaring, they left the station and within minutes arrived a few streets away at the Accident & Emergency Department of the Chelsea & Westminster Hospital on Fulham Road. The firemen could not find any identification papers on the homeless man, but were able to convince the hospital to admit their charge. They explained about the violent beating on the street the night before. One of the firemen remained behind to answer questions and check their neighbour’s condition. The others returned to the fire station.

The nurses undressed the homeless man and found his ribcage severely swollen and discolored. They examined his eyes and attempted to wake him with smelling salts. The nurses briefed the consultant who sent the patient promptly for chest and rib x-rays. After almost two hours, the consultant came out to the waiting room to update the fireman who had remained behind, informing him that the patient was in a coma, with four broken ribs, severe internal bleeding and a punctured lung. He was on the critical list and had a chest tube inserted to aspirate the lung. The patient would be watched closely by the A&E team, but the consultant did not expect any significant change for the rest of the day. He promised to contact the fire station if anything changed.

To be continued… 

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Pub Quiz (via Live the London Life)

My daughter sharing some more London life.

Pub Quiz My local runs a pub quiz every Sunday night. My family and I stumbled upon it and it has now become something that entices everyone I mention it to. When my parents are in town my dad attempts to add it to the activity list every weekend, encouraging my mom to put together a team. She's a really quiet person, but secretly uber competitive, so she loves it when she has friends in town who want to join our team. I've won once with my family, with b … Read More

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Fast Eddie 1977

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Scorpio

I am a Scorpio. Whenever someone asks me my sign, I am afraid to tell them. They always raise their eyebrows, or step back, or run away. Best case, they smile knowingly, which scares me. I don’t know anything about astrology, but I figure that if they are smiling instead of running, then, probably, I should be running. Normally, I am highly skeptical about things that I don’t understand. But I am always amazed at how insightful and accurate horoscopes and astrological profiles are. They are even more accurate than fortune cookies…with none of the calories.

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