I have returned. I have now had it certified that I have the purtiest left kneebones in Idaho.

There was a slight problem in that I am so red-blooded All-American that all my blood was drawn over to my left leg. They got that fixed right quick though, but another problem arose (if you'll pardon the expression). The magnetic head used for the MRI imaging was of necessity positioned in such a way that the blood was then drawn to my, well, another part of my anatomy. Women would stop by, see it, and swoon with anticipated pleasure and men would faint away with jealousy. It's a good thing Pat came to meet me for lunch or I would have been held captive by a horde of women, all demanding a share of.... Well, anyway, Pat met me for lunch.