December 29, 2010. Shake Rattle and Roll

Have we ever spoken about my legs and feet? No? Here's proof that I'm running out of material.

I don't have a typical Parkinsonian tremor. My hands, although slow, are relatively steady. But my legs shake, rattle and roll. Mostly my right leg. I also have difficulty, until my medication has hit the right level, keeping it flat on the ground. The fact that the legs constantly shake and I can't always straighten out my foot, is very uncomfortable. I can, for a few moments at a time, rest my leg upon my CPU. This does the trick, except I'm typing in a contortion similar to what Rosemary Woods, Nixon's secretary, was in when she allegedly erased the 18 minutes of a Watergate tape. It also causes my leg to fall asleep. I hate when that happens, it means that it will be up all night. (Thank you, Stephen Wright.)

Now my legs have always shook. Mrs. Winston, my eleventh grade English teacher, would say that I was disturbing the class. Now Mrs. Winston was a fine lady, but we were reading Sidhartha, If anything I was keeping them awake.

My Dad used to say that I would shake the entire Nassau Coliseum, Maybe that could be a job for me, with its current residents the place needs to be shaken.

The difference is that in those days, when made aware of it, I can control it. Today controlling it is problematical.

So let's review, and pay careful attention, because this is all on the final.

My feet turn in, my legs shake, I walk like a slow Groucho Marx, my arms don't move while I walk, my skin is scaling, my handwriting sucks.

I'm glad that I'm not single. Could you imagine my personal ad?

"Would you like to 'shake, rattle and roll?' well this SWJM
attorney is for you. Do you remember those beds that used
to be in the Catskill Hotels? You know, the ones that would
take a quarter and rock for five minutes. How'd you like
to revisit that every night? Come 'Twist and Shout,' with
me. You'll be Rocking the night away with this 'Day Tripper'
Call between 2:30 PM and 4:30 PM, because that''s usually
when the shaking stops."

Isn't that special?

December 1, 2010. There's Something Bigger Than Phil!

Let me take you back to 1973. Carl Reiner and Mel Brooks release "The 2013 Year-Old Man" Reiner interviews Brooks, who is the old gentleman. At one point, Reiner asks the oldman,
“Did you always believe in the Lord?”
“No. We had a guy in our village named Phil, and for a time we worshipped him.”
You worshipped a guy named Phil? Why?”
“Because he was big, and mean, and he could break you in two with his bare hands.”
“Did you have prayers?”
“Yes, would you like to hear one? O Phil, please don’t be mean and hurt us, or break us in two with your bare hands.
”“So when did you start worshipping the Lord?”
“Well, one day a big thunderstorm came up and alightning bolt hit Phil. We gathered around and saw that he was dead. Then we said to one another,‘There’s somethin’ bigger than Phil!’

”I'm a big guy. I'm slightly over 6'2", and weigh about 240 lbs. Which is why I find it so difficult to accept the fact that wind could be disastrous.

Nothing ever knocked me over. When I played Hockey, if you tried to check me, you were going down. When I played Basketball, I couldn't dribble or jump, but if I planted my feet in the paint, I was getting that rebound. Now I've met my match. And the son of a bitch is invisible.

The coldest places in the Metropolitan area may well be, 1) The southern tip of Manhattan; 2) The Nassau Coliseum Parking Lot; 3) Queens Boulevard. What do these places have in common? They all have tremendous wind gusts.

Today was rainy and windy. As I entered the stairway going down to the subway on Continental Avenue at Queens Boulevard, I felt a gust of wind move me. Move me! Let me at that guy! My opponent is crafty. He may force me to avoid him in the future.

Have I met my match? Not really, but I must learn to be more careful. with PD comes clumsiness. I didn't go down this time, but it opened my eyes to the possibility that it may happen.