The Chronicles of Granny In The Bed

     I had a nest egg so I started getting enlightened.  In pursuit of this goal, I found myself at Crab Park.  I was in a field of nut trees and crabgrass bounded by a ring of hemlock on the city's northwest side all amid chirping of some feisty blue jays (I believe someone must have been feeding them). I had driven myself there carefully in the morning mist in early May 2008 to meet the guru of an old forgotten friend, Frater Tom, who had found enlightenment in this very park.      Frater Tom offered to share his gift with me (even though I am a freelance woman) with an introduction to his guide Parson Penistone. The Parson and I arranged to meet over a period of 3 months, finally we were able to make time in our busy schedules to arrive at an appointment. As that time arrived, I couldn’t help feel nervous and excited all at the same time. The wind picked up a little.      Parson Penistone, a European-extracted 84, has a shallow face and piercing eyes jutting from s