Here’s a hypothetical question (with inspiration based on a true story). If you went to a restaurant named “THE MUG”, how many beers would you expect to choose from on tap? 10? 20? 30? Well, only in San Bernardino would you visit a place called “THE MUG” and have the innumerable selection of draft beers be only Coors and Coors Light. That’s it. Really? Come on now! “TWO BEER TAP” is a much better name to represent reality.
So tonight at “THE MUG” with Seth and Nancy Fener, Nick tried out a new story on the unsuspecting waitress. This time, he began with the tall tale about his girlfriend not liking his stinky feet. Then when she didn’t buy that one, he offered her the truth: a polar bear attacked him. Excellent attempt Fener, but Seth was across the table just crying from laughter. She was so confused.
Today was Nick’s last day of therapy. We practiced getting up off the floor if he ever found himself down there unexpectedly. If he keeps doing those damn unspotted wheelies, I might just leave him down there! But anyway, it was a piece of cake. Nick’s still a pretty strong guy, and with a little finesse, can pull just about anything off. Anything but walking yet. Because that would be sheer magic at this point. Just give him a few short months, and he will be impossible to keep up with.
All of our unnecessary items are packed up and ready to go home soon. In fact we will be out at Skydive Perris on Sunday afternoon. Come say hello to Nick. Just don’t push him in the pool. We don’t want to mess up his loaner wheelchair.