She's recovering at a heart hospital right up the road here in Hospital City, U.S.A. How cool is that? I always liked Barbara Bush. She seemed like a neat old broad who had a lot of cool stories to share over some coffee. Quite possible she took her coffee with a splash of bourbon.
I really want to stroll up tomorrow and see if her son hanging around. Maybe get a chance to thank him for the letter of encouragement he sent me last year after I was first diagnosed.
Or should I just send flowers? That might go over a whole lot better with Secret Service than my crazy cancery butt showing up for a visit with the former First Lady.