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Health Insurance - In the immortal words of American Express, "Never leave home without it."

Being somewhat discretionary - at least to a small degree - and without mentioning exact numbers, for what my father has spent on the last week in the hospital, two bouts of kidney dialysis and an impending ride home on a Lear jet air ambulance that is for all intents and purposes an Emergency Room with wings - including Pilot, Navigator, ICU Doctor, Nurse and Respiratory Specialist, I could have walked into a European car dealership and driven away with a bright red sports car capable of going two hundred miles per hour.

There is so much equipment on board that although I am allowed, in fact encouraged to accompany my father back to St.Paul's Hospital in Vancouver, Canada I am not allowed any luggage of any kind. Zero. My bags are coming home by bus.

I hope that in the coming years, as I enter the Autumn and Winter phases of my life, that I have the good sense, grace and wisdom to accept the passage of time and the toll it naturally takes on the body with good humour and equanimity.

Confession.

I had a hard time typing that last paragraph with a straight face.

Given my gene pool and my exhibited behavior to date, that may be a bit of a stretch.

Hopefully, by this early evening I will be within arm's reach of my wine cellar and my whiskey collection.

Robbie Burns Day, is, after all mere hours away!

Yee be a good Lad, Robbie and a boon companion.

I may yet get into me kilt.

Thank you to everyone for your wishes for my father's good health and speedy recovery.

It will be good to be home amongst such good and stalwart friends.