A few months after I was discharged in May 2012 from my three-month stint (incarceration) in Hazelden rehab center for prescription narcotic addiction, a friend and surgical colleague from the University of Minnesota actually reached out and asked if we could have lunch! I italicized and used the word actually
After I wrote the last newsletter, The Phone Call, I had intended to move on to the next story about Sam and me. But a few nights ago, as I was walking Juno (a.k.a Mrs. Maddaus), I started to intentionally ponder the next story about Sam and me
Many of you know from my posts that I have a dog named Juno. Juno is a Cane Corso (Italian Mastiff). She weighs 120 lb, drools like crazy at the sight or smell of food (my pants and shirts get covered in slobber every day), and is a total sweetheart.
Before I launch into story number 2, here is a brief recap of events leading up to this story: 1. There were many "ingredients" that went into the "recipe" (i.e., programming) that created Version I Michael Maddaus, the Michael Maddaus that was "like an