My ninety eight year old Dad was admitted to the local hospital, in Elmer, N.J., three weeks ago.
This thoughtful gentleman was Dad's roommate, after leaving ICU.
The voyeur in me found unsuspecting subjects everywhere. Here; in the cafeteria.
The view of a distant farm, from Dad's room.
One day a jolly, well-meaning Catholic priest entered the room. Happily, a bit premature.
During Dad's operation, I shared a waiting room with these folks.
Implanting a pacemaker is pretty routine these days, even in a 98 year old South Jersey farmer, like my Dad.
I'm happy to say he is now on the way to recovery.