So, here's the deal. I was out mowing the lawn, and didn't see some sort of piece of tin lying on the ground, BOOM I hit it with the lawn mower and the object turned into a projectile hitting me at the solar plexus and going deep into my body. Before you know it, I was as dead as a post about Oprah Winfrey. My wife finally quit watching the Home and Garden channel long enough to call the authorities and have me trundled away. Since she had a few things to do, she didn't get right down to the hospital and sign off on me being dead. WHICH proved to be a very good thing for me! Before they could cut me open like a watermelon and do an autopsy, I woke up stark naked in the morgue and the projectile stuck in my solar plexus had been miraculously removed, and only a little wound remained which was about the size of an appendectomy scar. I hailed a passing orderly who loaned me a bed sheet, gave me a cup of coffee, and the use of his cell phone. I called Alex and told him to get momma down here pronto. She showed up somewhat reluctantly with a bunch of expired term life insurance papers sticking out of her purse and I rode on home. How the TDPRI knew I haven't a clue, but apparently they knew I had kicked the bucket and when I tried logging onto the Bad Dog, they said nothing doing bubba old TD went and killed hisowndamnedself with a piece of tin and a lawn mower. No matter, I was busy for weeks on the daytime television show circuit telling of my experience of going on over to the other side and making a U turn. Since I didn't really remember a whole lot about it, some fiction may have been involved. Needless to say, even a story about being dead and coming back to life has a short shelf life, and pretty soon even Oprah quit calling, and there I was one day, back mowing the lawn where the whole thing got started. Which brings me to the present, it's Monday, and lawn mowing day! I'm gonna check pretty carefully for any debris that might be lying around loose.