Karl H. Timmerman M.A.J.D. 2004
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JULY 16, 2004

These are the Ramblings of a small town, (Holden, population 2,700), Missouri, country lawyer. They contain my random thoughts and observations on current events and my life and experiences in the Solo Practice of law.
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Greets and Huggers.  Posted the evening of July 16, 2004.   Last Monday night, I received a call from Sid Stevens, wife of Louie Stevens ... the oldest friend I have.  He passed away on Sunday,  from Diabetic complications, (late onset, due to being obese). There were 4 of us: met in 1963 in Centereach, Long Island.  We endured pubescent psychosis together, attended Newfield High School together:  "Freddy the Frog" Fortuno, "Chicken Bob" Barry, "Fat" Louie Stevens and I.  Fat's brother had a '58 Cadillac:  had big old fins.  We called it the "Fish Mobile". The first time I got drunk, was in the back seat of that Caddy ... a bottle of "Ripple", (remember Boone's Farm, Mad Dog 20/20 and Thunderbird?).  Puked my guts out, (all over the back seat ... geez ... was that a pain to clean up).  Fats and Chicken were 4F, Fats was obese and Chicken had asthma.  I went to Capital University Seminary, (pre-Seminary Program) and was 4D.  Frog, on the other hand, received an employment  invitation from the United States Army ... right out of high school. He went to Nam.  Fats and Chicken remained on Long Island. Chicken married, had a daughter and went to work for New York Bell as an underground line installer, (ran phone lines set in asbestos covered casings, underground, in New York City).  Fats married Sid, (never had any children) and became an "artist", hanging around ... but never "getting a break".  Frog never really came back from Nam:  never married, lived alone making a living by buying and selling baseball cards. I wound up in Kansas City and lost track of them.  In 1987, out of the blue,  I received a phone call from Fats/Lou:  he had tracked me down.  He called to share that Chicken/Bob was dying from asbestos related Lung Cancer: he was in Sloan-Kettering. I spent several hours on the phone with Bob,  over the next couple of days. Strange, how close friends, in a very short period of time, can share 21 years of life, the failures/regrets/successes and feel like each had been there.   I booked a flight back to Long Island for the following weekend ... Bob died the next day.  Fred, Lou and I met for the funeral and spent a weekend catching up.  We would chat, once or twice a month until 1992.  Lou and I knew Fred was not well:  found out a week after his funeral ... he had died of a rare brain cancer, (no doubt due to Agent Orange exposure)  ... he died alone.I never made it back to Long Island after that  ...  but Lou came to Ft Timmerman a couple of times.  Each time, a celebration, a sharing of memories, of lives gone in different direction.  Life has transitions, , mile markers  ...  sharing a high school graduation ... a wedding ... the birthdays of children ... and then the funerals of friends.  Isn't a life worth living determined by how you fill in the gaps. I wonder why I'm the last tree standing?  Obesity killed Lou.   Share with me, is there a secret for dealing with the pain, the loneliness, of being the last tree ?  .... <sigh>  ....  <chuckling>  .... the fear of woodpeckers? I miss knowing I'm not the only tree ... I miss knowing I can do a "reality check" about what I remember ... I miss knowing Frog, Chicken and Fats are only a phone call away. 'Nuff said.

How many different ways can I share that obesity kills?   "Several serious medical conditions have been linked to obesity, including type 2 diabetes, heart disease, high blood pressure, and stroke. Obesity is also linked to higher rates of certain types of cancer. Obese men are more likely than non-obese men to die from cancer of the colon, rectum, or prostate. Obese women are more likely than non-obese women to die from cancer of the gallbladder, breast, uterus, cervix, or ovaries ...".  Other related diseases: "Gallbladder disease and gallstones. Liver disease. Osteoarthritis, a disease in which the joints deteriorate. This is possibly the result of excess weight on the joints. Gout, another disease affecting the joints. Pulmonary (breathing) problems, including sleep apnea in which a person can stop breathing for a short time during sleep. Reproductive problems in women, including menstrual irregularities and infertility."   Today,
Medicare announced they will cover treatment:  designated "obesity" as a disease.  Why are you overweight?  Simple.  You take in more calories than you burn.  1 gram of protein and one gram of carbohydrate both contain 4 calories, (fat contains 9 calories). That being the case, is the amount you eat the cause?  Or is it what you eat?  Assuming no psychological problems, (eating as a displacement behavior), what you eat determines the amount you eat. Foods rich in simple carbohydrates are broken down quickly, resulting in a blood sugar spike causing your pancreas to secrete massive amounts of insulin. Blood sugar is not excreted:  it is quickly stored as fat.   Excess insulin causes your blood sugar to go low, making you hungry, so you eat again.   I have been preaching a low carb diet now for almost a year, (My Diet):  a diet based on the "Glycemic Index".  Simply put, the longer it takes your body to process food, the longer you feel "full" and the less you eat!!  Carbohydrates rich in fiber, (complex carbs, like whole grains and most fruits and vegetables), take longer to break down and therefore keep you feeling full longer.   My Dear Lady Friend, Joanna Owen went on a low carb diet less than a month ago and has already dropped 18 pounds!!  I'm down to 34 x 32 jeans, (from 48 x 32 jeans). "My Diet" works ... get on it ... if not for you, then, for your children!  If you need some guidance about losing weight: either email me or feel free to call me  816-765-5455.

Read an interesting article about native
American diets: specifically the Pima and Tohono O'odham tribes of Arizona.  Seems, our Bureau of Indian Affairs in the 30's "helped" these Nations by weaning them from their traditional foods.  From "Tepary Beans" to "Pinto Beans", from "mesquite flour" to refined wheat flour, from maize based corn, low in sugar, to yellow corn and of course, lard.  The result:  "...  weights in the high 200's and 300's are not uncommon among these once-lean people.  As many as half the Pima and Tohono O'odham (formerly Papago) Indians now develop diabetes by the age of 35, an incidence 15 times higher than for Americans as a whole"  Gaining control over your weight, is not about how much you eat but what you eat.

This week has been a rollercoaster ride. On Monday, the needle biopsy, (no cancerous tissue) and the call from Sid Stevens.  Yesterday Susan's lumpectomy. When the surgeon went in to remove the lump, he found two more and removed those as well.  We will get the pathology results on Tuesday. I have it on good authority, (Hal Lurie, my dear Friend David Lurie's father, a Doctor), should the surgeon have believed the lumps cancerous, he would have ordered a frozen section immediately. Susan is recovering well but we worry about the test results.   She keeps apologizing for being a "bother"! Like I wasn't a "bother" hobbling around the house on crutches for 16 weeks??  I keep reminding her we are partners, "for better or for worse, for richer or poorer, till death do us part".  We don't have a one sided deal!! We are both in it for the long hall!!  Sitting here sipping on some Tawny Port, thinking about Fats, Chicken and Frog and the times we shared.
We were in class together when President Kennedy was assassinated:  when it was announced over the P.A, System. Cruising in the "Fish Mobile":  a different place and a gentler time.  Seems like yesterday:  where does the time go?   (Oh, and my "nick name", if you are wondering:  "Excess"  ... <smiling> ... I won't share the basis for the nick).  Tonight as I fall asleep besides the most beautiful woman I know, (and being damn careful where I put my hands), I will say a prayer for her health, for you, our America and our men and women in uniform, (Please, Please, Please, God ... let them come home safe and soon!).  Be and sleep well, in good health, knowing the best there is, is on watch so you can.  If my post offends ... TOO BAD!!:  perhaps it will be a wake up call for you ... a challenge to make you get off your fat ass and do something about your weight!!!  As always ....

A Warm Brotherly Hug
Karl (the dumb ole country lawyer from Holden, Missouri)