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Room With A View

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 “It’s the alcohol! I know that this is the constant binging,” a wife cried to her husband of over 40 years in the hospital bed beside my father, who was recovering from surgery. This is not what I expected to witness whilst at the hospital taking care of Dad over the weekend, but it is what I got. It shook me. The sun sets over Lake Champlain | view from the room It was the morning after Dad’s surgery and he was recovering fine (still is, but this is not that story). His neighbor in room ‘622 with a view’ the previous evening had been a surly fellow who had a stroke, but couldn’t wait to get outside for a smoke.  Meanwhile, his family of ashtray hearts bantered around the bedside, complaining how far they had to walk to find a place to light up. “Just go daown to the gararge and smoke in the truck—it’s closa,” one family member suggested. Again, this is not that story. When I arrived the next morning, I noticed the new neighbor. Dad told me he had arrived late the nig