Tuesday, July 22, 2008

Just for Fun

I was writing up my autobiography last night and I thought you all might like to see this.

This is the hospital where I was born almost 33 years ago. It is the smallest hospital in New York State, with a whopping 17 beds. My sister was one of the last babies born there. I had my tonsils out there, but by the time I was in high school they had quit doing surgeries there and it was mainly an emergency room, X-ray lab, and you could go in if you had pneumonia or something like that.

I was out taking a few pictures the day after The Wedding, so I thought I'd throw this one up here.

1 pearl(s) of wisdom:

Talmadge Gleck said...

I was born in a small 'neighborhood' hospital on Birmingham's southside called - strangely enough - South Highlands Hospital, on Groundhog Day 1965.

The hospital later became part of the ill-fated HealthSouth/Scrushy behemoth. Not sure of its status now (note to self: make side trip over there during next visit to B'ham this October).

A couple years back I scored a cool souvenir of its independent days: a coffee mug with the hospital logo. Found it during a little poke in a thrift store over in Jasper.

Set me back all of 20 cents.

--Talmadge "Poorhouse" Gleck