Don't tell anyone, but I was up at 04:00 watching the Royal wedding. When Kate walked down the aile of the abbey and the boys choir started to sing, it sounded like the gates of heaven opend up and the angels were singing. Those kids could sing! When my namesakes put on a party, they don't play. I was totally impressed.
I was in the Marine Drum and Bugle Corps stationed at a naval air station in Memphis before I went to Vietnam, so I'm a sucker for pageantry. The carriages. The mounted soldiers in all their regalia. The bands. I was in pomp and circumstance Disneyland!
My racing thoughts kept me up all night, so this was better than anything I usually see in the middle of the night. I've been both manic and depressed simultaneously for over three years. Back to the wedding.
Earlier in the week, the American reporters were covering all the souvenirs that were popping up all over England related to the wedding. That started me thinking about my souvenirs.
I have a habit of collecting unusual souvenirs. My souvenir from Vietnam? Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. The souvenir I brought back from three years in the Alaskan bush? My daughter!
Now I have a new souvenir. Five months ago I had major surgery. I had to have part of my colon removed. After the surgery I had a life threatening infection. That wasn't the souvenir. Just part of the whole experience.
Last week I got out of the shower and happened to look in the mirror while I was drying off. And there it was. My new souvenir. Right under my surgical incision. A hernia. God save the King!
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