The neurologist recited Codger’s main symptoms: “Your hands are clumsy and you walk like Frankenstein.”
“Obviously,” said Codger, who had already reviewed his MRI with Dr. Google, “I will need a cervical spine laminectomy fusion.”
The neurologist sighed. “Unless you also plan to operate, I have an excellent neurosurgeon for you.” (more…)
As a great fan of fun science, Codger has been deeply absorbed this entire year by the news that Shelter Islanders will, on average, live to be 93, longer than most anyone except those prune-faced, toothless, yogurt-loving mountain folk in National Geographic. (more…)
JULIE LANE PHOTO Codger triumphant after the Shelter Island 5K.
Cranking up for the approach of Christmas and the New Year, which sometimes can seem like an onrushing caravan of desperate cheer, Codger has been replaying the joyful buzz of a terrific Thanksgiving — 16 people! Five days! Youngest grandchild wins a Turkey Plunge prize in a squid costume! — until a pit bull squeezed under a fence and attacked Cur II. (more…)
Codger loves Thanksgiving, his favorite holiday, a festival of food, fun, family and friends.
Two years ago at this time, in this very place, he went on record about how the restorative powers of this jolly time would go far to counteract the “dread and despair” that a recent election had left in its results. He even quoted the Original Codger, his dad, who frequently said, as good times rolled or crisis loomed through his 100 years on Earth, that “nothing is ever as good or bad as your imagination can make it.” (more…)
JULIE LANE PHOTO Robert Lipsyte
Codger was in a room of the Shelter Island school stuffing gauze into a gaping wound, hoping to staunch the gush of blood before the victim’s life ran out. Was this after another mass shooting? (more…)