March 19, 2011 We got trouble…

Bad luck struck again on this caravan – Ben slipped in a Flying J and ended up in the emergency room getting 18 stitches – beating SueB’s 8 stitches by a margin nobody will dare challenge. Way to go, Ben. And today it is his birthday, so naturally we sing a round of Happy Birthday for him.

His wife Marcia – not my Marcia, his Marcia – is one of the caravaners that came down with the ship-flu, or whatever it is. She is doing better and Ben seems positively chipper, the two of them enjoying tonight’s very good dinner at the Seminole Inn with the rest of the group.

(See the post for March 14-17 “Umatiilla, Umatilla" for more about bad things happening to good people. I’ve updated it with something I forgot: Gracie, our co-leader, fell and cracked a bone the day prior to the start of this caravan and is on crutches for the duration.)