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If only you were my Equalizer. Everybody needs one.

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Thank you.

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PS: I have 71 subscribers now!

Almost none of them actually like my work, but still.

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Congratulations, and I hope you don't consider that a requirement!

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I think that you are writing a novel and it's not clear how things link up?

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Not a novel, no. That's been made clear.

There's lots more content, too.

Hey--I ain't griping. I get exactly the same percentage of fans as I had elsewhere. It's just elsewhere there was more of a circulation to get that percentage from...

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I wonder if anyone else was saved by your heroic takedown?

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nothing heroic in petty revenge.

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o but you were writing/righting a wrong.

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(One might be excused for thinking "writing" and "righting" had the same root.)

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Oh, yes there is.

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And, there was nothing petty about it.

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There is *nothing* petty, nor vengeful, about you or this story.

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Righteous Tenacity!

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hELL Yeah Bill! Inspiring.

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This elder care issue is in the process of exploding. My Ex is now on her downward spiral with me unable to do much about it. A series of fractures has resulted in her trip into assisted living but the latest pushed her into hospice via our son's direction and the $10k/month has ended her liquid assets. I do hope they continue to accept MedicAid but I'm sure it will bring death as well. Being warehoused in a bed hardly is living I suppose, but it is too real. Too many seniors will go that way with the corporate P&L still doing OK. No easy answers now.

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In Ohio, my mother was able to find care at a relatively inexpensive nursing home. It was nothing fancy, and she had a roommate. She spent her last three years there and the staff were quite caring and solicitous of her needs. Either I or my wife saw her most days. My wife was the primary caregiver simultaneously for her mother and mine. Her mother died first; mine died three months later. We knew it was coming because there were multiple house cats there including the death cat who would go into a resident's room two weeks before death occurred, sit and stare.

When I first took my wife home, my paternal grandmother was visiting. She announced after the visit that we would marry; she was right. We're now 50 years in. My mother adopted my wife as her third child when we announced our engagement. She adopted my sister's husband a year later, and my wife considered my mother her real parent.

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*This* is what will save Capitalism.

Once again, Mr. Heath, thank you.

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