just back from the hospital

i was visiting an 84 year old who once abandoned ship to avoid being taken into custody by the MPs at the end of the World War II, or as it's sometimes called (by me) The Deuce. his time after VE Day was spent primarily in the black markets and brothels, but eventually he washed up in South Florida and ultimately escaped military justice owing to his war record and savoir faire. but this is besides the point.

the point is that leaving the hospital i ran into a friend of mine. she was there to see her cousin who is in Hospice, dying of cancer.

and getting married.

it was the most beautiful thing i heard all day.