Several years ago, my wife and I scheduled a cruise out of New York bound for Canada, with stops in St. John Bay and Nova Scotia. Several of our friends were going on this cruise also. Some flew to New York City and some of us drove.
My wife and I chose to drive along with four of our friends and decided to go to Niagara Falls first. It was a great trip and we were staying on the Canadian side of Niagara Falls when I got a piece of prime rib stuck in my throat. It wasn’t a situation where I could not breath, it was that I could not get the meat up or down and I couldn’t drink or swallow anything. Not knowing where to go or what to do, since I was in Canada, I sat up all night, along with my wife, waiting for morning so I could go to the VA Hospital in Buffalo, NY.
The next day we went to the VA Hospital and I was told it would be about an hour and I should be back to normal. Eight hours later I left the hospital in a sleepy daze and don’t remember much about the trip from Buffalo to New York City. I was reminded of some of my sayings and antics by my wife a few days later.
