I think I will not post on 8/14… Enjoy This.

Even Though My Sister in Law is in Mourning… She Still Has a Hell of a Sense of Humor

Family reunion in the Bahamas – $5,000Waldo

Family photograph made into Christmas cards at print shop – $100

Not noticing Waldo in the upper right corner – PRICELESS

For Everything Else . . . There’s Mastercard.

8/14 is the one year anniversary of my brother’s death from a sudden heart attack at 41 years of age… I hope this will help someone.

Doctors are reinventing how they treat sudden cardiac arrest, which is fatal 95 percent of the time. A report from the border between life and death.

By Jerry Adler


July 23, 2007 issue – Bill Bondar knows exactly where he died: on the sidewalk outside his house in a retirement community in southern New Jersey. It was 10:30 on the night of May 23, a Wednesday, and Bondar was 61—a retired computer programmer with a cherry red Gibson bass guitar, an instrument he had first picked up around the same time as Chuck Berry. He was 6 feet 1 and 208 pounds, down about 50 pounds over the last several years. On that night he had driven home from a jam session with two friends and, as he was unloading his car, his heart stopped. That is the definition of “clinical death,” one of several definitions doctors use, not always with precision. He wasn’t yet “brain dead,” implying a permanent cessation of cerebral function, or “legally dead,” i.e., fit to be buried. But he was dead enough to terrify his wife, Monica, who found him moments later, unconscious, not breathing, with no pulse. His eyes were open, but glassy—”like marbles,” Monica says, “with no life in them. They were the eyes of a dead man.”