Trip to Mayo

If you live in Minnesota and are old -- or getting there -- eventually you end up at the Mayo Clinic in Rochester, Minnesota. Today was our day. Carolie is here hoping someone will finally reveal the cause of her maladies. Nobody else has been able to figure out the mystery.

The Mayo is knee-deep in money. It was difficult for Carolie to get an appointment at this "world renowned" institution as she has never been a tinhorn dictator of a Middle East nation. So our fingers are crossed.

That said, a gentlemen just rolled his wheelchair by me and his ringtone was "Convoy," the trucker anthem of the 1970s. Inconsistent with the rest of the atmosphere here.

As usual, we could not resist the opportunity to play tourist, so I grabbed this photo of Carolie in front of the famous piano:



Perhaps you recognize it from this famous Internet video:





This couple has been married 63 years. The people who are around Mayo Clinic are, as one might expect, old. And the couples are trying for a little more time together. It is alternately heartbreaking and inspiring.