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Friday, March 18, 2005

Pat Brennan's Friend And The Trees


Pat Brennan

As we sat on the patio at HotLicks, Pat Brennan told me about the time that he and a cohort were discharged from the psych unit at the VA Hospital in Muskogee, Oklahoma. They headed south in the general direction of Houston.

Although they did not have a map, it was not a problem because Pat's friend simply had to ask the trees for directions - which, he quickly pointed out would not work too well in Southern Arizona.

I said to Pat, "That is kind of nuts, isn't it?"

"I guess not, we got to Houston," he replied.

You can't argue with that.

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