As if to say, "I've done yeoman's work for almost 71 years now and you are replacing me??" yesterday my knee refused to function. So I will limp, stagger, to the Hospital for Special Surgery around 11:30 and get a new one around 3. I will spend the night, presumably out of it, and get out late tomorrow afternoon. With my new knee. What happens to my old one, I dunno. But Bill Dugan wants to know. He should have asked what happened to his own old knee. After all the showers, you can barely see the arrows the kids drew on me to indicate the proper knee.
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