Hi Barb: In honor of your response, I offer you this Limerick, as I toast you with a grass of Levolager beer from the Parkinsaw, MI microbrewery: The Well-Trained Pig from Beverly Hills There once was a smart pig named Kay trained by a Star with PD from LA Since it was Beverly Hills The pig brought the Star pills and glasses of bubbly on a tray John Bjork A View from the Lighter Side of PD "We may be slow, but we're not too sure" Barb_MSN wrote: > John.. > > Does THIS mean that instead of shelling out a > fortune to train service dogs to aid them Parkies > what need 'em, that we can just get ourselves a > piglet and train IT to do the same services? > > Well, my goodness! Can ya beat THAT? <stunned > look on gorgeous face> > > One question.... I live in the Los Angeles area, and.... > uhhhhh..... this IS a pretty darn image conscious city, > ESPECIALLY if one lives in or near Beverly Hills..... > ummmm... don't ya think a SERVICE PIG will FLY > (so to speak) <giggle> better in the back woods of > Michigan then it would, say , alighting from the front > passenger seat of a Rolls Royce in the Hills of > Beverly? <wee smirk> > > Barb Mallut (saluting ya with glass of Chateau d'Sinemet '91) > [log in to unmask] > > -----Original Message----- > From: john bjork <[log in to unmask]> > To: [log in to unmask] <[log in to unmask]> > Date: Sunday, April 18, 1999 6:58 AM > Subject: Parkinsaw, MI: A View from the Lighter Side of PD, April > 18, 1999 > > >A View from the Lighter Side of PD > >Dateline: Parkinsaw, MI > >April 18, 1999 > > > >Good morning to one and all from this imaginary haven for > Parkinsonians, > >located in Michigan's scenic, wild and beautiful Upper Peninsula, > home > >of the Porcupine Mountains, the Soo Locks, Pictured Rocks at > Munising, > >the Tahquamenon Falls at Paradise, and the Hiawatha National > Forest. > >We're glad you're here, but our merchants are even happier. Try > one of > >our traditional meat pies, the pasty, and a cold Levodopa premium > beer. > > > >This last week was busy indeed, with the World Parkinson's > Disease > >Awareness Month celebration here, featuring speeches, "Pennies > for > >Parkinson's" kiosks, and a small parade with many of the areas > >best-behaved pigs marching along. The Sty-King Group held a > >demonstration of the smartest and best trained Pigs, with an > emphasis on > >showing examples of how they can be trained to help disabled > >parkinsonians. Henry, owned by Big Jake Nelson, demonstrated > his > >usefulness as he rapidly searched, located and retrieved three > devices > >of critical value to a disabled person: TV remote controls, > portable > >telephones and car keys. Using a modified silent dog whistle, > Big Jake > >put Henry through his paces, and the pig located and retrieved > all > >devices with no problem except for one incident when Henry ate > Jake's > >wife's hearing aid. (Henry may make a mistake or two, but he now > has > >the keenest hearing in town.) Next was Maude Olsen's pet pig > Jeeves, > >who had been taught to open the refrigerator, grab a beer and > bring it > >to Maude. Jeeves did well, but the sneaky porker went back a > second > >time, and grabbed one for himself after cleverly figuring out how > to > >open it. (Watch out Budweiser frogs!) I'll tell you, we could > have sold > >a lot of those trained pigs that afternoon. > > > >Another great Parkinsaw Product for Parkinsonians has been > introduced by > >Jake Benoit and Charlie Johnson, the inventors of the Shave 'N > Pooper. > >The ParkinSuit, made of Nylon and space age material, is all > you'll need > >to stay neat and clean at socials, bratwurst parties, anyplace > food and > >drink is served, no matter how much you spill on yourself. This > is one > >fantastic line of clothing. It comes in three styles: > knock-about, like > >the traditional warm-up suit; casual-elegant, when a tie is > required; > >and, the formal, black-tie model. You'll be one cool dude with > your > >attractive, realistic-looking ties and formal assessories > hand-painted > >on your suits by native Yoopers. A special property of the > material > >allows it to be easily washable in a sink, thrown in a dryer for > 2 > >minutes, and then it's ready to wear again, complete with pant > creases. > >Think of the possibilities: You're sitting at the table at a > large > >dinner party, when your tremor suddenly propels your full glass > of red > >wine all over your tuxedo. What do you do, you ask? Well, if > you're > >dressed in your ParkinSuit, you simply smile, and say to your > host: > >"Jim, old boy, please excuse me for a moment." Off you go to the > laundry > >room, take off the jacket and pants, rinse in the sink and watch > the > >pasta and wine stains fly off that material, pop the clothes in > the > >dryer, and 2 minutes later you're back at the table ready to > tackle the > >French onion soup. These remarkable suits come in four popular > colors > >(black, brown, purple and navy, and in both winter and summer > weights. A > >line of women's models is being planned. > > > >Rumors abound in Parkinsaw! Tom Shelton, just back from > Milwaukee, > >bought one of those tabloid magazines there and buried deep in > the > >magazine was a strange article about an alleged discovery of a > possible > >cure for PD. According to the tabloid, an unspecified research > facility > >with experience in neuroprotective drugs found that excrement > from pigs > >mixed with innards extracted from the South Florida Palmetto Bugs > showed > >promise in arresting Parkinson's tremor. The unnamed spokesman > stated > >that the fowl smelling mixture was so disgusting that it was > difficult > >to find volunteers to test it out, given the person must immerse > his > >head into a container filled with the mixture for up to 15 > minutes, > >using a special breathing tube. Sounds like a breathtaking > discovery, > >all right. Funny, I've heard several other rumors lately about > >Parkinson's Disease causes and cures on the Internet. Must be > those > >kids again. > > > >Last week we reported on how difficult it is at times to know > that you > >have Parkinson's Disease. To help the confused, we've identified > >another example to help you decide: > > > >You might suspect you have Parkinson's Disease when you regularly > go to > >bed before your grandparents, your mother has 10 times your > stamina, and > >100 times your dexterity, and your faithful dog, so old you've > long > >forgotten his age, runs you ragged chasing balls. > > > >Old Rasmussen was back in the news this week. He got his > information in > >the mail regarding the deep-sleep company, Cold Turkey, the "we > keep > >you cold, so you don't grow old" boys, and he thinks he's going > to order > >the home model. Sloshing down his third Levodopa beer at the > Northern > >Lights microbrewery, Rasmussen was the center of attention. > "Boys, it's > >not that I want to do this thing you understand, but I'm afraid I > just > >won't make it until they find a cure. This way I'll be certain > to be > >there. And, I won't miss taking these stupid pills any more I > can tell > >you that." Rasmussen paused to take a breath, getting into it > now. > >"Listen there's something else. With the home model, they have > speakers > >hooked up to your capsule and you can have anything you want > playing in > >there while you're asleep. I could even listen to the Tigers > play for > >five years; maybe they'll climb out of the cellar by then; heh, > heh, fat > >chance." Hmmm, I thought. Wouldn't it be fun to play Chinese > lessons > >into that capsule for five years, so when old Rasmussen came out > of it > >he'd need an interpreter? "Good morning, Mr. Rasmussen, how do > you > >feel? You've been asleep for 7 years?" "Quang po chang??" > "What was > >that? "Quang po chang, ho hung chunk?" "So," said Rasmussen, "If > I give > >you a list of tapes would you guys come over make sure my wife is > >playing the right tapes? We all nodded that we would keep an eye > on the > >tapes played into the capsule. I couldn't get my mind off the > Chinese > >lessons. A dirty trick to be sure, but almost irresistible. > > > >Well Ladies and gentlemen, the sun is sinking in the west, and > birds are > >singing from every tree, all nature seems inclined to rest, but > there > >ain't no rest for a lad like me. The flies are gearing up for > another > >season of attacking, pestering, biting and generally making life > >miserable. It's a toss-up, which is worse up here, flies or > mosquitoes > >(winner and runner-up for State Bird) or that ubiquitous little > terror: > >the blood-sucking tick. So, we'll see you again next week. > Remember to > >indulge your laugh, smile and sense of humor, because nasty old > Mr. PD > >simply can't thrive around a smiling face. > > > >John Bjork (60/20) > >A View from the Lighter Side of PD > >Parkinsaw, MI > >WebSite: www.mikeauldridge.com/parknsaw/htm > >