I need a break from Donald Trump, so am writing about a far more pleasant topic, my excruciating back pain, which began last Sunday when, after mowing for three hours, discovered I was unable to walk and had to crawl into our house from the garage. Joan was gone, but when she arrived home several hours later, helped me to the car and drove me to the emergency room where, after a series of tests, it was learned my spine had been reduced to rubble, rendering me incapable of motion, happiness, or motorcycling.
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