Electric weasels: never around when you need one
Dianne Odell, about whom I wrote a small post last year, was the longest-surviving resident of an iron lung. At least, she was until recently, when a tree fell across a power line and they couldn’t get the backup generator going.
Memphis. Uh-huh. That explains the Pimp My Iron Lung look.
Brrrrr. Fifty-eight years in an iron lung. Nightmare. Please to be counting of blessings, kthxbai.
May 31, 2008 — 6:40 am
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