New Substack Story: THE KIDNEY STONE WHO CAME TO DINNER

“I have a kidney stone.” 

That’s my opener.  Simple, evocative.  Not unlike, “I had a farm in Africa …”  Close your eyes and imagine Meryl Streep saying it -- with that accent…

“I have a kidney stone …” 

Okay.  Moving on.

This is not my first stone, by the way, and we’ll get to that in a minute.  But this stone, the title stone of the piece, is the matter of the moment because my doctor told me that I could very well carry this stone inside me for the rest of my life.  There’s a phrase to ponder.  Although, I could buy a three-dollar umbrella from some guy on the street that’ll probably last the rest of my life, too.  I’m eighty fucking years old... READ MORE on Substack.