Elwood Goes to Lewisville
What would have happened if inpatient V. Van Gogh had been scheduled for twice daily rabbit therapy? Could Vince have gotten his act together while petting a nonjudgmental animal in his room at the Saint-Remy asylum. As a starving artist, Vince must have filled out applications to qualify for the sliding fee payment scale.
I can see Jimmy Stewart and Harvey doing hospital volunteering--you know, chatting with the inmates, helping them mark their meal menus. Elwood P. Dowd has some grand pookah rabbit healing powers.
This afternoon I get to go to the "bunny farm" to get supplies for the classroom pet. Or maybe I just misunderstood when the nice young men in the clean white coats said, "funny farm".
They're coming to take me away, ha-haaa.
© 2008 Nancy L. Ruder