Disaster is that on which good fortune depends.Good fortune is that in which disaster's concealed.Who knows where it will end?
Lao Tzu Te Tao Ching
"You must have some good stories to tell?"
Freddy FranklinBarkeepStairway To Heaven PubBangkok
October 1954Detroit, Michigan
I am sitting in dentist chair. It's big, very big. For a moment, I'm distracted bya small toy monkey hanging from a lamp hung on a small crane above myhead. The monkey is looking at me. He has a little smile. I've got a pretty bad headache.The thing about Detroit in 1954, especially the summer of 1954, is theswimming pools. It's hot as hell in Detroit in the summer, but this year thepools are pretty much empty.My mother is standing beside and slightly behind me. She is talking in softtones to the dentist, a kindly man in his 50's with glasses and a mole on hisright temple. He has grey hair above his ears.I remember the mole. And the monkey.I can't move my left arm.I can't hear what they are saying. But I hear the tone. It resonates serious.Serious with worry.1