The Trouble with Harry

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So Sonny Boy and I paid a visit to Harry at Avow Hospice yesterday.  Sonny was welcomed with open arms by all.  Frances Georgeson's Avow Hospice is about as close to paradise on earth this side of the lawn.  (Dark humor aside, I should never have placed "roach motel" and Frances Georgeson's Avow Hospice in the same sentence, paragraph, or article...durn it...OK, so, this is the last time...)  I left Harry and his fine staff feeling somewhat embarrassed about my needless worry.  Harry is receiving the love and care any one of us would wish upon any of our family members.

Upon arriving, Sonny signed in, and we spent the morning with Harry watching the
SPEED Channel.  Harry loves to drive.  Harry drove hopped up roadsters up and down Daytona Beach before most of us were born.  Funny thing about Harry and his cars: the one thing he loves most about his cars are his hubcaps.  The rest of his car could be a NASCAR wreck, so long as all four hubcaps are intact and shiny new.  Harry is a funny guy, and the whole neighborhood loves him and prays for the best for him.

Lord knows what is best for our dear friend Harry, and He is looking out for our buddy.

The trouble with Harry is his independent spirit.  God loves him for it, and so do the rest of us.  Harry's heart is as big as ever, and his eyes are shining a bit brighter today after all of us made a big fuss over him.  Harry's close-knit family is shaking heaven and earth to make certain God's will is done for Harry.  God loves Harry, after all.

But I have a bone still to pick with Avow Hospice.  While God forgives all trespassers, I tend take after them from time to time.  Apparently, Avow Hospice has a pretty thin corporate skin.  Should any one of us dare to write the words "Avow Hospice" and it appears anywhere in print, a corporate watchdog outfit is loosed upon you.  Why, I was even paid a visit by one of Sheriff Kevin Rambosk's finest deputies last night.  Sheriff Kevin Rambosk and all of our Collier County Deputies make all of us proud to live here.  (I first met Kevin when he visited our Kiwanis Club at Denny's one day.  We told Kevin that we were pretty leery about the stop light cameras ticketing people and causing accidents.  Kevin gave us his word that those stop light cameras are only to be used to keep us safe and not to be used to impinge on our driving privileges.  And Kevin has kept his word to us once again.  But I digress.) 

So, back to the matter at hand: the sheriff's deputy explained to me that thin-skinned corporations cry wolf at the drop of a hat and make mountains out of a molehills if one dares to speak one way or the other about them and it appears in print.  (Typically, while the deputy was explaining all this to me, the very same deputy helped a stranded motorist who ran out of gas and pushed her tail lights to the grass.  After he finished his very next sentence, he deftly nabbed a beautiful runaway dog that nearly got run over by a car as we spoke.  It appears that all dogs fall for the old "do ya wanna go for a ride" routine, after all!  That is the nature of the Collier County Sheriff's Department; they are here to help us, and they are experts at it.)

So Avow Hospice has employed a corporate watchdog to see that no one dares speak ill of the company.  Fine and dandy, Avow.  I got my peeps, too.  And we will all be keeping a weather eye on you, too, from now on.  You had better live up to Frances Georgeson's mission for the finest and most loving service for our loved ones.  After all, no one knows for whom the bell tolls, but we here in Collier County can pull the plug on thin-skinned corporations faster than Sonny Boy can shake a flea.

So Sonny Boy and I paid a visit to Harry at Avow Hospice yesterday.  Sonny was welcomed with open arms by all.  Frances Georgeson's Avow Hospice is about as close to paradise on earth this side of the lawn.  (Dark humor aside, I should never have placed "roach motel" and Frances Georgeson's Avow Hospice in the same sentence, paragraph, or article...durn it...OK, so, this is the last time...)  I left Harry and his fine staff feeling somewhat embarrassed about my needless worry.  Harry is receiving the love and care any one of us would wish upon any of our family members.

Upon arriving, Sonny signed in, and we spent the morning with Harry watching the
SPEED Channel.  Harry loves to drive.  Harry drove hopped up roadsters up and down Daytona Beach before most of us were born.  Funny thing about Harry and his cars: the one thing he loves most about his cars are his hubcaps.  The rest of his car could be a NASCAR wreck, so long as all four hubcaps are intact and shiny new.  Harry is a funny guy, and the whole neighborhood loves him and prays for the best for him.

Lord knows what is best for our dear friend Harry, and He is looking out for our buddy.

The trouble with Harry is his independent spirit.  God loves him for it, and so do the rest of us.  Harry's heart is as big as ever, and his eyes are shining a bit brighter today after all of us made a big fuss over him.  Harry's close-knit family is shaking heaven and earth to make certain God's will is done for Harry.  God loves Harry, after all.

But I have a bone still to pick with Avow Hospice.  While God forgives all trespassers, I tend take after them from time to time.  Apparently, Avow Hospice has a pretty thin corporate skin.  Should any one of us dare to write the words "Avow Hospice" and it appears anywhere in print, a corporate watchdog outfit is loosed upon you.  Why, I was even paid a visit by one of Sheriff Kevin Rambosk's finest deputies last night.  Sheriff Kevin Rambosk and all of our Collier County Deputies make all of us proud to live here.  (I first met Kevin when he visited our Kiwanis Club at Denny's one day.  We told Kevin that we were pretty leery about the stop light cameras ticketing people and causing accidents.  Kevin gave us his word that those stop light cameras are only to be used to keep us safe and not to be used to impinge on our driving privileges.  And Kevin has kept his word to us once again.  But I digress.) 

So, back to the matter at hand: the sheriff's deputy explained to me that thin-skinned corporations cry wolf at the drop of a hat and make mountains out of a molehills if one dares to speak one way or the other about them and it appears in print.  (Typically, while the deputy was explaining all this to me, the very same deputy helped a stranded motorist who ran out of gas and pushed her tail lights to the grass.  After he finished his very next sentence, he deftly nabbed a beautiful runaway dog that nearly got run over by a car as we spoke.  It appears that all dogs fall for the old "do ya wanna go for a ride" routine, after all!  That is the nature of the Collier County Sheriff's Department; they are here to help us, and they are experts at it.)

So Avow Hospice has employed a corporate watchdog to see that no one dares speak ill of the company.  Fine and dandy, Avow.  I got my peeps, too.  And we will all be keeping a weather eye on you, too, from now on.  You had better live up to Frances Georgeson's mission for the finest and most loving service for our loved ones.  After all, no one knows for whom the bell tolls, but we here in Collier County can pull the plug on thin-skinned corporations faster than Sonny Boy can shake a flea.

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