Bloggers report on their visit with Subway Serenade

From Agatha...

Hello bloggers,

I'm writing to report on Subway Serenade, whom puddle, Thankful, and I got to spend some time with today.

Subway is Subway (meaning he's amazing), but he is a sick Subway who definitely could use all the vibes, prayers, hugs, snuggles, voodoo incantations, or whatever is in your arsenal. The tumor was benign, but he is still in ICU. Hopefully, he will be moved out of there today, and then his wife can stay with him. If all goes well, he will be out of the hospital in a week. He is in a lot of pain, what with X-rays and fever and the like, so keep him in your hearts.

Even though Subway has enough tubes sticking out of him to power the internets, do NOT think of Subway as a victim. He is a PROUD DEANIAC. Before even mentioning the pain, Subway first bitched about a judge ruling against Francine Busby. That's right. And, he's not at all happy that Karl Rove has been helping Vito Fosella (disgusting representative of Staten Island... a used car salesman at best). So, Subway can't wait to get out of the hospital to KICK SOME BUTT. He is itching to write songs again and take his country back. And...

Howard's Angels (that would be puddle, Thankful, and I) let Subway know that the blog would much rather know about Subway's bill of health than Robert's. We told Subway that evidently, when a proctologist looks up Robert's anus, he smiles (note my medical terminology so as not to offend the blog). So, Subway is gearing up to kick Robert's ass, too (puddle pointed out that since Robert's butt is so clean, Subway won't have to get his toes dirty). Watch out, right wingers!

It's always good to see Subway, but I didn't like the setting and condition he was in. I want to see him singing in Gramercy Park again soon, and he definitely agrees. But, under all the pain and sedation he is in, there is still a twinkle in his eye and determination in his quiet voice. Leave it to Subway to reminisce the glow of yesterday's sunset while he is in the hospital. Subway is indomitable.

It was also great to spend time with Thankful, whom I hadn't seen since Deanfest 1.0. (On our very long commute, Thankful had a real treat talking with a Bushian troglodyte.. maybe she will share with the blog.) As for puddle, I get to see her any old time because she now lives in my neighborhood (ha ha to many of you)!!!

Hugs to all of you, and send your hugs to Subway.

Agatha

As I was taking off the contact lenses, I remembered this:

Subway knows of all the warm intentions posted on the blog for him and really appreciates it, and he would love a dance with seashell.

I'd like to add that to the post, please.

Thanks,



Agatha

PS (another), I was about to type, "Subway knows of all the love posted on the blog" and immediately recalled Bush's call for gynos' love for women, and I felt very nauseous. Though it's really love on the blog, warm intentions is the best I can type.

From puddle

Subway Update

Long day's journey, that's fur shur. . . . After calling the hospital to confirm room number, discovered he was still in ICU, and visiting hours were 4:30 to five instead of noon to eight. We left a little before two, and made our way via bus, subway, Staten Island Ferry, and Island car service to the hospital. On the way, we saluted the Rector Street station, the one Subway would have played at the afternoon of 9/11. We arrived at the hospital at five to five. It took us 4 and a half minutes to make it up. So we had 30 seconds of visiting time. . . .

We, of course, stayed for half an hour.

Subway did look tired. And was hooked up to more tubes and monitors and drains than I would have thought possible. He was sitting in a chair, however, not in bed. Confirmed for us that the removed tumor was benign. And his soul is cheerful even if his body is being cranky. We gave him an opening round of hugs, and later Thankful gave him a GRrreaAATT! back rub (I was watching his face...). We joked about the BBB and talked politics. Still, I have to agree with Agatha: I want him out of there, splashing sunshine! Clearly prayers, light, good thoughts and vibes are still needed. Let's go guys! He got another round of hugs at parting, and asked us to be sure to tell you that he's felt the love surrounding him and is very grateful.

Trip home. Waited for a half hour for a bus that never came, so Agatha snagged us another car, ferry ride with a couple of the world's largest assholes (that does seem to be a sub-theme to this whole post, doesn't it?). But miraculously, just as we were directly across from the Lady, the entire section of window cleared itself of onlookers, and she stood alone in the harbor as beautiful and welcoming as the trogladite fellow travelers were ugly and mean. A blessing I think on the whole venture, after all. Then we caught a cab from the ferry to China Town, had dinner, caught another, dropped Agatha off and came home, arriving at 9:48. Tired and happy.


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