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5/25/6

Had a real good time up in New York this weekend. The audiences had such wonderful spirit! Between shows in Albany and Pawling I stopped to see the Guthrie clan in Great Barrington and participated in the annual "Garbage Walk",  a 10k charity fundraising stroll through the first half dozen verses of the anti-war sanity of "Alice's Restaurant". Through the morning Massachusetts rain, we trod upon the sodden but storied route from Arlo's (formerly Alice and Ray's) church to the famous garbage dump that was "closed on Thanksgiving" over forty years ago; then on to the Stockbridge Police Department where we were "locked up" for littering; and down the road to Theresa's (formerly known as Alice's Restaurant). My ankle, which I sprained whiled doing some trail running on tour a month ago, was pretty sore the next day so I went for an x-ray. (This sounds like a simple thing but I had actually applied for this test over a week prior. With an HMO,  three doctor's office's and a major metropolitan health care center involved, there were literally days of phone work, pleading, argument and almost zen-like patience  with voice-mail menus preceding a pretty young woman named Helena placing a lead apron on my lap and saying "Now don't move!"...) . Anyway, a doctor I never met- and one who'd obviously never heard of me- called me yesterday to ask why she had recently prescribed an ankle x-ray for me ? When I failed to answer this to her satisfaction,  she informed me that she'd just gotten a call from radiology and, whoever I was, I'd better stay off my ankle and get to an orthopedist. Bottom line: Anybody want to sign my cast?

 City of New Orleans Journal

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