Dad got roped into being evaluated for a clinical trial being conducted at Vanderbilt. I'm sorry about that, for my sake. It brings back intrusive memories of our older sister's hellish last 5 months of life from the adverse effects of a bone marrow transplant when that was an experimental treatment.   As I have said previously, however, it is his call to make.

This came up quite suddenly, and Darlin' Annie cancelled out of the Getaway last minute to drive them to Nashville, TN for the evaluation. The neat part is that my Dad has loved country music since country music was invented, and for years listened to the Saturday night radio broadcast of the Grand Ol' Opry like it was his religion.   Annie took them to a show there last night. I just got off the phone with him, and he is floating on air! They all had a grand time. His favorite was 90 year old Little Jimmy Dickens, but he loved it all.

If he were the type to make a bucket list, I am pretty sure going to the Opry would be on it!