First we went to that nasty-wasty Lourdes Oncology unit for my dad’s blood work. Then it was on to the movies to see World Trade Center. Matthew liked it, my dad and Steve couldn’t stand it, and I thought it wasn’t worth any discussion one way or the other — too sappy and manipulative. The events are moving enough; Hollywood needn’t have hit us over the head with a sledge hammer. We three moved back to Motel 6 and were glad of it. We made sure to transport our food stash, which had a goodly supply of TastyKakes, something hard to come by for us.
