My last train story.

I was on the auto train last Friday getting all prepared to watch the big game between Duke and St Johns. I had dinner at 7 PM and didn't get back to my room until 835 PM. I was planning to eat real fast and hurry back to stream it on my phone. Because it was starting at 705 PM, I figured, maybe I'll skip the dessert and just miss some of the first half.

Slight problem with the dinner plans. The people I was seated with were actually a good time. This is probably the first time I enjoyed other peoples company on this trip since I've been doing this adventure. Besides, although I was planning on skipping dessert, this gave me a reason to stay and eat the blueberry cheesecake, which is very, very good.

Did not plan on the wi-fi being this lousy though. I was attempting to watch it on Paramount on their live stream. This was not working too well so I switched to Pluto TV. No good. Then, on the game scoreboard feed was a live button which brought me to the good old CBS app. I got it finally, but with less then a minute to go in the game. Hey, I'll take it. I watched about 30 seconds then it froze again, then all I got from there, about 5 minutes later, was final score of 80-75 Duke victory.

This jubilation didn't last long because Sunday Duke blew a 19 point lead to lose in the final second. Hey, football will be here before we know it.

Speaking of Sunday! Doris and I were at a Church in Naples, like most weekends, and in Naples the Churches all have this audience of well aged customers. Chances are, you will normally get a little cough splattered around the crowd.

This Sunday, it was like an orchestra playing the 'cough' throughout the theater. All around us. Cough, hack and kackle. Just like the cereal commercial!

I wasn't worried though, because a number of years back, I had a customer in my vehicle, who I was taking to an airport. We got into a conversation of health because I mentioned when I was doing my Sunday duties there was a family of five in front of me, sniffling and sneezing and I was very concerned about my well being.

This is when she was kind enough to inform me of the the golden rule of Sunday Mass. You don't get sick when you are inside the four walls and praying! It's that simple.

Be safe.

John A Sutich

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