Shortness of breath: Dad's heart attack

I went to the mall today, specifically to look for a new scanner at the Apple Store. I walked around for a little bit. It was packed with people, truly a shopping frenzy (I guess there are buses that bring people in from the city).

I can’t say that I’ve ever had a panic attack before. I don’t really like shopping malls anyway so maybe that had something to do with it, but I just started feeling extremely closed in and out of breath. All these people swirling around. I beat it straightaway out of there in time to watch a big storm break over the monolithic parking lot.

When I got home, I got a call from my sister. My dad’s in the hospital. They think he had a heart attack. I can’t believe it. My dad? He’s my rock. I was just thinking the other day how sad I feel that I never see my fam. Now this. It was my mom’s birthday yesterday and I was chatting with my Dad on the phone a bit. He kept asking me when I was coming home. I’m catching a flight tonight from JFK. Hold on buddy, I’ll be there soon.


Not being able to name a single Yankee is now a serious impediment to solving the New York Times crossword puzzle. Has it always been this way? It’s tremendously annoying.