About a year ago I fell right on my nose in the lobby of the Kimmel Center. It hurt like hell, but. aside from two black eyes, I was essentially unharmed. I looked grotesque, though.
Last Thursday, a dog knocked me down a (short) flight of stairs. The sound of my head hitting the step was horrific. Again, no damage, unless there are bruises under my hair.
My father lived to be 99, and it took a dedicated team of doctors, at a renowned medical center, to kill him.
I am starting to feel like Rasputin; who I understand survived several attempts to kill him. And that's all I know about Russian history, and probably all I ever will know.