Ill Health Rules the Week

You know what I found out last week?

“That you can’t write for starters; and second, you should be going after Sleepy Joe Biden, Crooked Chuck Schumer, and not our beloved president in so much of the garbage you write in this rag you publish? He’s done so much for South Texas.”

Uh, no. not what I had in mind, but thanks.

Actually, I found out last week the real value of good health.

“You don’t look healthy on a normal day.”

Thanks. That would probably be due to the arthritis, but, no, I’m talking about those upper- respiratory infections we all get when our chests fill up with mucus and we worry we’re going to drown in it. Our head hurts. Our throat hurts. We’re running a low-grade fever. You want to kick your neighbor just to try and feel better, but he’s not around.

Is It Pneumonia, Covid?

Then you worry you’re going to catch pneumonia because you know that’s what killed Michael Corleone’s second wife, Kay, played by actress Diane Keaton who died last month probably because she didn’t go to the hospital in time, who knows.

Speaking of which, that scene in The Godfather in which Keaton did such a brilliant job telling Al Pacino that even though he may have thought the loss of their son was due to a miscarriage, he couldn’t be more wrong.

If you were married to Michael Corleone, knowing how the guy could get (bada-bing, bada-boom), and you had aborted his son behind his back, would you ever be dumb enough to actually tell him that?

From the original movie:

“Oh, Michael. Michael, you are blind. It wasn’t a miscarriage. It was an abortion. An abortion, Michael. Just like our marriage is an abortion. Something that’s unholy and evil. I didn’t want your son, Michael! I wouldn’t bring another one of your sons into this world! It was an abortion, Michael! It was a son Michael! A son! And I had it killed because this must all end!”

When I saw that scene for the first time, I’m thinking, lady, you are nuts. You already told him you killed his son. His son. His son. How many more times you want to tell him that you killed his son? Won’t one time do the trick if you really want to hurt him?

Anyway, I got sick, but now I’m better, and I’m thinking, you can’t buy feeling good.

Sure, I missed writing stories for this week’s issue. Like the commissary story, even if there is one, at the new courthouse; the judge and his common-law wife who serves as his administrator; the Zepeda man, 39, now living in LA, arrested for allegedly threatening female District Court Judge Nereida Singleterry after losing out in a medical-related case?

Zepeda, a former PSJA North QB, son of longtime PSJA North Drama teacher, now retired, Gilberto Zepeda II, had filed a civil suit after falling from a balcony on South Padre Island.

Have to look up the case because he’s now charged with sending threatening messages to her across multiple social media platforms.

Too many other stories to write, but when you don’t feel well, you can hardly stand to sit and write. Much less call people.

A lot of stories to write. My buddy and local attorney “Chuy” Hinojosa has a new book to review.

Next week I’ll write about it unless I catch another bug between now and then.

Probably just jinxed myself by writing that one.

“Anyone who writes anything negative about our great president deserves to be jinxed.”

Thanks. What else did I have to write about?

Oh, yeah, something good — the Chapel by the Sea on South Padre won’t be torn down after all. More on that next week. Nice to see some good news pass by. Too much of the negative these days.

One last thought — we take feeling good for granted until the day comes when we wake up feeling like… The one thing money won’t buy — feeling well.

And to those of you who don’t, I wish you a speedy recovery.