Harry’s getting out of rehab today. The car accident left him pretty broken up. Bones were crushed and organs were bruised. We wondered if he would make it. In fact, it was touch-and-go for awhile. But Harry’s a tough guy with a wife and kids to live for. He fought back and he fought hard. Rehab has been hard too. Pain accompanies every stretch and step, but Harry hasn’t given up. He fully plans to walk again, especially to walk his daughter down the aisle when she is married next year. Tonight he and I will celebrate his accomplishments thus far. We will smoke our juan lopez cigars in his own house, on his own back porch, and we will rejoice that he is alive.