My father is having a quadruple bypass this morning. I’ve only known about it since last week. While being screened for a kidney transplant something popped up. That something turned out to be some major blockages and other bad cardiac juju. So if you could spare a reflective moment of good thoughts, a mi shebeirach, a hail Mary, a bong rip or whatever ritual you perform that makes positive emotional wave lengths, Donald Everett Benson, my family and I would really appreciate it.