About 3 pm I received a call from Cousin Gabrielle, in Colorado -- the Torrance, California Paramedics called her as they were taking her grandfather Glenn to the hospital. Seems he got light-headed and collapsed -- they were taking him and his wife to the hospital for a checkup. Gabe is actually a second cousin, her grandparents are my aunt and uncle. Paula is also my Godmother.
I was in Hawthorne, barn is in Carson, house is half way in between. Call home and have a daughter out front to take my laptop backpack as I drive pass -- don't need the extra weight. Hit the barn, close out the load, hop on the 'cycle and head for Torrance Memorial. Get there, tell the guard whom I'm looking for. He points out the far room. Find my Uncle and Aunt, both looking quite good considering where they are:

Anyhow, get back to my aunt and uncle, take Paula to the house, she gives me clothes for Glenn, go back and get him. No problems found, everyone is home. People apologize, don't know why. Tell Glenn he has two choices when he has a problem -- call 911 and get checked out, hopefully as today with no major problem. Or not call, and it it is a major problem - die. Really, people do not mind helping someone who is NOT taking chances.
That really was nice of you Mike. I hope that they are doing OK now.
Posted by: Wingo at March 8, 2007 05:37 PM