Comments on: Stuart McLean’s “The Vinyl Cafe” http://www.zille.com/elio/ Stuff, and things. Wed, 11 Jan 2012 21:26:21 +0000 hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.3.1 By: adrian draper http://www.zille.com/elio/comment-page-1/#comment-270 adrian draper Sun, 04 Apr 2010 20:48:19 +0000 http://www.zille.com/index.php/2008/02/09/elio/#comment-270 i want to relate to you a story that happened to me as a youth, i dont want my name published as not all the people in this story know the truth about what happened. i come from a small town in the praries and my father was the doctor in this small town, i at 13 was not the best streight A student there was i found looking out of the windows in class much more entertaining especialy in math class. When the final tests came up in the late spring i sudenly came down with "examinitus". This was no problem for me for i had the uncanny ability to think sick and turn myself a deathly shade of ash, fooling everyone is was indeed sick. Well the morning came for the exam and i fooled my mother into thinking it would be best to let me stay home from school... My father was another matter. He arrived at home for lunch with a collegue of his from another town that had come to visit. My father of cource had invited him home to our house for lunch. My mother when he got thru the door said that I was upstairs sick. Well being a good father he and his friend tromped up the stairs and came to see how i was doing. I was sleeping in my mom and dad's big queen sized bed as it was the biggest bed in the house and the most comfortable for the infirm (it was also the best bed to jump on from the dresser playing superman/spiderman but that is a different story) my father and his doctor friend came in and looked at me and poked and prauded me and i owwed and oohed in all the appropriate places i figured i should so i could miss the math test in the morining but now i was shooting for the whole day off of school, my biggest misteak... well my father and his friend walked out in the hallway and discussed my "condition" i could here them mumbling and thaught i had done a great job fooling them, i lay back and smiled thinking of all the afternoon t.v. i could watch. Well they opened the door and proceded to wrap the quilt around me and carried me down to the family station wagon, telling my mother that i had to go to Moose Jaw to the hospital to get my apendix out!!! Well i was stunned!! I was so stunned in fact i lost my ability to speak, all i could do was mumble incoherently. I was put into the back of the station wagon and my dad didn't stop for anything on the way to Moose Jaw, i was thinking, oh crap oh shit, oh crap how do i get out of this one, if i tell my dad i was faking it he would kill me or do the operation without anesthetic or something equaly horrible, (faking sickness in a doctors house hold was the ultimate sin, and punishable with unspeakable horrors). Even if i would have had the corage to confess i dont think he would have believed me. We got to Moose Jaw in what seemed minouts where it should have taken at least an hour. I still remember lying down on the gurny watching the over head lights and the pipes running along the ceiling, flashing by still thinking oh shit how am i going to get out of this one( i didn't want them to cut me open!!!) well the wheeled me into the operating room right away, no repereve in sight, the mask came down on my mouth and the lights swam and faded and i was out. I awoke and found myself in a bed in the recovery ward with my mother waiting for me to wake up. She said i was lucky and everything was going to be fine and i got some cool stitches and a scar to be proud of.. i also got lots of toys for being a brave little soldier, (ha ha if she only knew) well i got out of the main hospital in Moose Jaw and was transfered to the small town hospital in our community for a few days. The next day my teacher came to visit me, my Math Teacher and she had with her the test i had missed and very happily gave it to me.... a serious case of miscalculation on my part, never fake being sick in a doctors house you may not like what you have to loose... :) i want to relate to you a story that happened to me as a youth, i dont want my name published as not all the people in this story know the truth about what happened. i come from a small town in the praries and my father was the doctor in this small town, i at 13 was not the best streight A student there was i found looking out of the windows in class much more entertaining especialy in math class. When the final tests came up in the late spring i sudenly came down with “examinitus”. This was no problem for me for i had the uncanny ability to think sick and turn myself a deathly shade of ash, fooling everyone is was indeed sick. Well the morning came for the exam and i fooled my mother into thinking it would be best to let me stay home from school… My father was another matter. He arrived at home for lunch with a collegue of his from another town that had come to visit. My father of cource had invited him home to our house for lunch. My mother when he got thru the door said that I was upstairs sick. Well being a good father he and his friend tromped up the stairs and came to see how i was doing. I was sleeping in my mom and dad’s big queen sized bed as it was the biggest bed in the house and the most comfortable for the infirm (it was also the best bed to jump on from the dresser playing superman/spiderman but that is a different story) my father and his doctor friend came in and looked at me and poked and prauded me and i owwed and oohed in all the appropriate places i figured i should so i could miss the math test in the morining but now i was shooting for the whole day off of school, my biggest misteak… well my father and his friend walked out in the hallway and discussed my “condition” i could here them mumbling and thaught i had done a great job fooling them, i lay back and smiled thinking of all the afternoon t.v. i could watch. Well they opened the door and proceded to wrap the quilt around me and carried me down to the family station wagon, telling my mother that i had to go to Moose Jaw to the hospital to get my apendix out!!! Well i was stunned!! I was so stunned in fact i lost my ability to speak, all i could do was mumble incoherently. I was put into the back of the station wagon and my dad didn’t stop for anything on the way to Moose Jaw, i was thinking, oh crap oh shit, oh crap how do i get out of this one, if i tell my dad i was faking it he would kill me or do the operation without anesthetic or something equaly horrible, (faking sickness in a doctors house hold was the ultimate sin, and punishable with unspeakable horrors). Even if i would have had the corage to confess i dont think he would have believed me. We got to Moose Jaw in what seemed minouts where it should have taken at least an hour. I still remember lying down on the gurny watching the over head lights and the pipes running along the ceiling, flashing by still thinking oh shit how am i going to get out of this one( i didn’t want them to cut me open!!!) well the wheeled me into the operating room right away, no repereve in sight, the mask came down on my mouth and the lights swam and faded and i was out. I awoke and found myself in a bed in the recovery ward with my mother waiting for me to wake up. She said i was lucky and everything was going to be fine and i got some cool stitches and a scar to be proud of.. i also got lots of toys for being a brave little soldier, (ha ha if she only knew) well i got out of the main hospital in Moose Jaw and was transfered to the small town hospital in our community for a few days. The next day my teacher came to visit me, my Math Teacher and she had with her the test i had missed and very happily gave it to me…. a serious case of miscalculation on my part, never fake being sick in a doctors house you may not like what you have to loose… :)

]]> By: Thing 1 http://www.zille.com/elio/comment-page-1/#comment-266 Thing 1 Wed, 03 Feb 2010 15:57:45 +0000 http://www.zille.com/index.php/2008/02/09/elio/#comment-266 Is stuart married??? Is stuart married???

]]> By: Bookmarks about Vinyl http://www.zille.com/elio/comment-page-1/#comment-249 Bookmarks about Vinyl Sat, 08 Nov 2008 15:45:36 +0000 http://www.zille.com/index.php/2008/02/09/elio/#comment-249 [...] - bookmarked by 4 members originally found by rideonjp on 2008-10-19 Stuart McLean’s “The Vinyl Cafe” http://www.zille.com/index.php/elio/ - bookmarked by 1 members originally found by bacigalupe on [...] [...] – bookmarked by 4 members originally found by rideonjp on 2008-10-19 Stuart McLean’s “The Vinyl Cafe” http://www.zille.com/index.php/elio/ – bookmarked by 1 members originally found by bacigalupe on [...]

]]> By: Laura-Jane http://www.zille.com/elio/comment-page-1/#comment-233 Laura-Jane Tue, 22 Jul 2008 14:35:03 +0000 http://www.zille.com/index.php/2008/02/09/elio/#comment-233 Loved it. Very well written and well crafted. I agree, whether it gets read by Stuart or not is beside the point--it's the process and the fact that you took the time to write. Thanks for sharing this story! Loved it. Very well written and well crafted. I agree, whether it gets read by Stuart or not is beside the point–it’s the process and the fact that you took the time to write. Thanks for sharing this story!

]]> By: Dave Zille http://www.zille.com/elio/comment-page-1/#comment-227 Dave Zille Wed, 25 Jun 2008 14:00:08 +0000 http://www.zille.com/index.php/2008/02/09/elio/#comment-227 Nancy, thank you so much for taking the time to read the story, and for your kind comments! I drove by the barber shop recently (which is at the corner of Royal Oak and Rumble in Burnaby) and it is still in operation.. Nancy, thank you so much for taking the time to read the story, and for your kind comments!

I drove by the barber shop recently (which is at the corner of Royal Oak and Rumble in Burnaby) and it is still in operation..

]]> By: nancy (aka money coach) http://www.zille.com/elio/comment-page-1/#comment-226 nancy (aka money coach) Wed, 25 Jun 2008 04:29:09 +0000 http://www.zille.com/index.php/2008/02/09/elio/#comment-226 You write wonderfully, and the content of your story is certainly Vinyl Cafe worthy. I hope it gets noticed there, but in any case, know that I personally was really touched by your story. You describe an experience most of us have - the person on the periphery of our life who is nonetheless a steady, welcome presence. Thanks for putting into words. You write wonderfully, and the content of your story is certainly Vinyl Cafe worthy.
I hope it gets noticed there, but in any case, know that I personally was really touched by your story. You describe an experience most of us have – the person on the periphery of our life who is nonetheless a steady, welcome presence. Thanks for putting into words.

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