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We don't find blueberries growing wild out here on the west coast, but we do have tasty wild huckleberries growing in coastal forests and dunes. In the past we've enjoyed them while keeping a wary eye out for that other afficianado, the brown bear. I've made some tasty huckleberry jam for tne next day's breakfast pancakes while camping in the Oregon dunes in those good old days BP(Before Parkinsons.) Lately, I've been trying to persuade my husband to take a trip, but he responds with all kinds of worries that he insists would prevent it. Such worries as how he would get to the bathroom, turn in bed without his trapeze, etc., etc., and the biggest worry of all, how to manage to eat in a public place without offending other diners with his inability to get food from plate to mouth without spillage. All those can be solved or managed, but he is unpersuaded. Perhaps the anticipation of re-living some part of those good old days will soothe those fears and replace them with happy anticipation. I'll give it a try. Now as his PD worsens, we,vlike so many others who share our life with PD, stay home, see no one but family, and live a very encapsulated life, where a major event is a trip to a doctor. This is bad for the neuron connections in the brain for both of us. I have noticed he does much better when we have company, even if is is just family. I am sure the stimulus of travel will compensate for the physical problems that he worries about. Maybe a reminder of the good old days on the trail of the huckleberry will help. Martha (CG for Neal, 79/14) [log in to unmask]