Apologies for my prolonged absence (or minimal presence, depending on how you look at it). I had to go undercover to investigate operations at a local hospital, and I’m pleased to report that both it and I now have a clean bill of health.
Sad to say, no one felt compelled to kiss me in my wheelchair . . .
or outside the emergency room . . .
or anywhere else, for that matter. On the bright side, no one tied me to the bed . . .
or injected me with nasty serum . . .
or otherwise tortured me.
My friend Sue appeared when I was being wheeled from the recovery room, and I said “Robert Culp, it’s you! I knew you’d come!” Sue said “She’s delirious.” The orderly who was pushing the gurney said “Robert Culp—the
I Spy guy?”
Barring unforeseen complications, I should soon be once again your alert, clean-cut, clear-eyed, government issue
