|Cold Ron (note, please don't use this as your Facebook profile picture without my permission)|
This is the first year I can remember since we moved to Delaware in November of 2006 that I haven't had a cold.
In my Flaming Youth I never got colds. I remember there were times I wish I had a cold so I could get out of school. One time, when I was twelves years old, I even foolishly cavorted around outside in the cold winter air hoping to get a cold. Didn't happen. I was always healthy as a horse. The only school days I ever missed was because I was quarantined because of one of my brothers' illnesses. I even missed my sixth grade class trip to Washington D.C. because my brothers John and Isaac had scarlet fever. This was back in the Fifties when our doctor (Dr. Neff, who actually visited your home with his black bag, imagine that) slapped a big red quarantined sign on the door to our cockroach infested apartment at 120 Washington Avenue in Downingtown, Pennsylvania.
|My dermatologist's office - my home away from home|