Time well spent. With book in hand, I found the most comfortable chair in the waiting room of our home town clinic. Dennis was in for a 10,000 mile check up. Aside from getting some reading done, I do enjoy watching people. There was no shortage there. I sent a prayer of thanks upward that I was here as an observer and not as a patient. Dennis came home, not the worse for the wear. He was sure he was a quart low after all the blood tests were completed. Silly ole cowboy.