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Kaye Hotsenpiller, Hilltop Region Director, says eating out tonight will benefit the domestic violence programs at the Tri-County Resource Center. It’s Dine Out Against Domestic Violence.

Participating restaurants, either with a percentage of their receipts tonight, or through donations, include: Camp Robber, Amelia’s, Daveto’s (Delta), Home Town Café (Hotchkiss).

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Mary White, RN, CRT, sends a gracious thank you about being recognized at the Montrose Memorial Hospital Fall Clinics, along with the 2009 Physician of the Year, Dr. Robert Van Gemert. We published the story and photos last week.

Ms. White was with MMH for 33 years working in cardiopulmonary rehabilitation and ICU. Ms. White recalls how all those many years ago, Mary Wood, RT and Dr. Thomas Chamberlain, M.D., initiated this care. She says the rehab component was started by Pat Blackwelder, CRT and Dr. Robert Motley in 1983. (Pat’s been a pal of mine through all kinds of respiratory misadventures, hooking me up to oxygen at our home, and then checking in often.)

“These two fine programs continue to provide great service for the people of this community. I so appreciate the guidance of my good friend, Lollie Cisneros, RN, for the 10 years we worked together in ICU,” said Ms. White.

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Fearless prediction: Yankees in 6.

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Susan says I snore.

Well, sure. When the air is really dry. Or, when I’m really tired. Snoring is one of those things you never admit to when dating. “Sure, I read Ayn Rand,” you tell someone over drinks and dinner, “but at night, I sound like a northbound freight train.”

Lately, sleeping has aggressively made its way into the Madison Avenue medicine cabinet. There are ads for many different sleep aids. Ads for those snore strips, snore lozenges and more.

They haven’t quite reached the shrillness of “personal” items like feminine hygiene products, or “ED” – erectile dysfunction; or in some cases, ED stands for “explosive dysentery.” Yet, it’s a grim tour through middle age that comes at you virtually non-stop. Middle age – it’s when you buy one of those “chippers” if you’re a golfer, essentially telling yourself – your short game is just a memory. Or, when you buy a sear-sucker jacket, on sale of course. It’s like telling the world: hey, I’m pushing 60. Or, “relaxed fit” jeans that really mean: hey, pal, that butt of yours has gotten pretty big.

Nothing comes close to pushing the envelope on discreet advertising like toilet paper. It’s always associated with happy bears running around the forest, gleefully playing with the stuff. Or, if you’re a certain age, you’ll recall Mr. Whipple “squeezing” the Charmin, because it’s so soft. He just couldn’t keep his hands off it. Of course, we all know what it’s used for. As Baby Boomers continue to age and increase, these companies are coming out with new products that contain medicine in the sheets (oh no, hemorrhoids, too!), and they’re flummoxed on how to advertise it, but be polite. You know, you just sort of miss the Tidy Bowl guy, the one floating in the boat, surrounded by blue water.

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Quotable

“In the seventh inning, fans get up and sing, ‘Take Me Out to the Ball Game.’ Most of them don’t seem to realize they’re already there.”

—Bill ‘Spaceman’ Lee, former Boston Red Sox pitcher

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