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Frackville is a real town, apparently named after its founder, Daniel Frack – and not the reviled process of fracking. It’s an old coal mining town where the median annual income is only about $32,000. We’re a long way from Times Square. Of course, we are here because of our younger brother’s incarceration at the hospital down the road. He’s doing a little better – thanks to everyone who said a prayer – and the initial worst case scenario has been nearly ruled out. We are waiting for test results that won’t come before Tuesday – reinforcing the advice to never get sick on a weekend or holiday. Truth is, the doctors are a bit puzzled at this point. His wife is with him tonight and she’s planned a private toast with sparkling cider at midnight.
We all have big hopes and dreams for next year; a return to good health for my brother tops my list. After that, it’s all just life and I’m up for the ride. I wish all my readers a fun New Year’s Eve and a happy, healthy, prosperous New Year!