My Mom and Dad have been up in northern California for a week, visiting my brother Joe and his family. Spending days with their grandkid, which I’m sure they’ve loved. They were due to start home this evening.

My Mom called a little while ago. Dad went with Joe to haul some things to the dump. Dad took a fall there, and hurt his ankle. Paramedics thought it might be broken, and he was at the hospital getting x-rays when Mom called.

Please remember my Dad in your prayers or meditations. His name is John. He’s the best Dad in the world, and it’s hard to think of him in pain.

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Dad has a broken heel and a broken arm. Apparently he fell about 5 feet. I don’t have all the details, but hopefully they’ll be home tomorrow night. He’s tough and in good shape for his age, but broken bones are serious for anybody 71 years old.

Ironic, the man was a lineman for Edison for 35 years, and falls in the county dump. I don’t know if there was a wall or a pit or what … But if you’re wondering whether a claim/litigation for premises liability has cross my mind, you betcha. Later, when he’s better.