…must ‘ave dozed off. When I came to, my cheek resting against Maya’s pretty head, pretty hospitalized woman sleeping warm against my shoulder in her little private room across from the helipads, as my vision cleared I saw…what the heck…David Baerwald in scrubs standing between bed and IV stand, smiling. No way! Then as Maya began to come awake, he said, “Hi, I’m a nurse from the float pool, here to assist your regular nurse through the night, …so you will have double the fun until after breakfast.” At that point I’d regained complete post nap awareness and it was obvious that this fellow only resembled David, a late-twenty-early-thirty-something David, …uncanny resemblance though. …Really uncanny, you wouldn’t believe it. I had to do the proverbial double take.

Then he said, “By the way, my name is David. Glad to meet you both,” and he reached across to where my chair is beside the bed and shook my hand, and then patted Maya gentle on the arm, turned and walked out.

Hah, …funny, strange, encounter. Things just keep getting stranger….

…Tiny little hands, though, probably not ideal Stratocaster hands; most likely not Aids & Armageddon riff playin’ hands.

Howabout an oldie but a goodie…

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=m0ojE1wacJk&feature=related