Last week I saw my doctor about the fainting episode on the plane.

“It looks like a vasovagal episode,” she said. “Nothing to worry about.”

“But,” said Debra with reasonable concern, “what do I do next time it happens?”

“Make sure he doesn’t bump his head,” said the doc. Then she looked at me. “When was your last physical?”

“May 2006.”

“You need to come in soon. Over 40?”

“Yes.” Following the advice of my over-40 guy friends, I looked at the doctor’s fingers. They were slender and well-manicured.

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I was listening to Brown Sugar on the way to work this morning and laughed at a funny memory that came back to me.

Back a hundred years ago when I was young, I took guitar lessons. My teacher, John Morris, played in a cover band doing what was then called rock n roll and is now called classic rock. He told me about one night when they were playing Brown Sugar and, “when we got to the part at the end where they go I say yeah, yeah, yeah WOO! there was this girl in front who would lift her skirt up and scream WOO! with us. I think we played that part over and over for fifteen minutes.”

Anyway, not much of substance but a funny memory.