Waiting for Scott at Starbuck's today, I was fiddling with the radio, trying to find a radio station that would stop blathering at me and would start playing some interesting tunes. I'm not much for commercial radio, and I've given up on The Dawg because of the news reader named Alissa who keeps dropping her "Gs". The quality of radio has indeed gone to the Dawgs. Anyway, I was stopped in my channel surfacing on The Jewel when I heard an advertisement for same day MRIs. "No waiting," the announcer crooned. It got me thinking that an MRI would be a great gift for Dad this Christmas. "Hey Dad, we all chipped in this Christmas and instead of getting you the big screen you wanted, we got you a full body scan!" It would be a bummer, though, if the scan revealed that Dad had inoperable cancer. Or any other disease that could be detected at, say, Stage One, but could only be treated at Stage Two. I'm thinking Dad would be leavin...
More than a million served!