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Shan’s Central Sensitization Struggle

1 Jan

It’s not that the words are hard to find to describe what Shan and I have been going through these past twelve months. I know exactly how I feel and what I want to say.

The difficult part is actually saying the words. The difficult part is how many words it takes to describe it.  The difficult part is admitting to ourselves that we’re struggling in this difficult time.

We have been struggling. Shan is suffering.

I’ve tried to remind Shan and myself that we don’t have to suffer in silence. I’m not sure I’ve been exactly practicing that, which is why I’m writing this. Going from blissful, energetic and adventurous partners to  gloomy, exhausted and anxious caretaker and patient has really shaken our world, but we’re very optimistic after our Mayo Clinic visits that we have a plan moving forward to “get our Shan back!”

I am writing this to help you understand what is going on with her, what we’ve been going through, and where we’re at now. It’s been hard to communicate all of that because we have spent the last eleven months trying to figure that out ourselves. Up until last month, Shan’s illness had baffled everyone, doctors included. The not-knowing-what’s-going-on has been a huge mental and emotional strain on the both of us. I began writing this up two months ago, but decided to wait until after we visited the Mayo Clinic in Rochester, Minn. to best understand and relay what’s going on.

There’s an update at the bottom about our 2nd Mayo visit and more info on POTS and how it affects Shan.

Dec. 2021-Dec. 2023 Recap

Shan caught COVID in December of 2021. Her symptoms were bad for a few days but she got better. After that, she started feeling some mild, intermittent symptoms, like fatigue, dizziness, migraines and nausea. She got COVID again December 2022, and experienced a miscarriage at that time as well. After that, Shan really started to deteriorate.

Day-to-day, her symptoms control her life. She often wakes up with nausea, still feeling exhausted although she slept a good 8 hours. If she tries to get up too fast, she experiences lightheadedness and dizziness and feels like she could pass out and/or throw up. If she’d try to eat, she’d immediately feel full and/or nausea. Diarrhea is frequent, as are migraines.

For months, Shan pushed herself to work though every day was a physical misery. She began to drop weight drastically and unintentionally–25 lbs in two months. She called in to work at least once a week. Then in April, she fell down the stairs while walking to the train and separated her shoulder. She spent 4 days in the hospital.

Shan with a stuffed tiger a friend sent her while she was in the hospital in April. Thank goodness she had the Tigers to distract her while she was there!

Since Dec. 2022, we’ve conducted all the tests, seen all the specialists. Some medication has helped, some hasn’t. She took a few weeks off and we tried a gradual return to work, starting with two-days-a-week and eventually getting to five. We got there in October, but we paid the price. Shan was pushing herself to the brink. She had now lost 50 lbs since December 2022. She could barely handle the ¾ mile walk to-and-from work every day. She crashed and her body shut down. She could barely get out of bed.

In late November, Shan was let go from her job. To their credit, her employer did a lot to cater to our situation and keep Shan on staff, but just couldn’t anymore.

MAYO Clinic – Bad Cop

Thanks to the urging of an old friend, we applied to be seen at Mayo Clinic back in October. By then, the one diagnosis we had was POTS (see more info below). After they initially scheduled to see us six months out, Mayo called back and said they can get us in at the end of November.

HALLELUJAH!

We went into Mayo with high expectations, which I blame myself for. My sister interned there in college. We watched the Ken Burns documentary on the Mayo Brothers. We were convince they were going to be our miracle.

Not quite.

Our initial appointment with Neuorology was brief, and we left wondering if all our concerns were going to be addressed. She was impressive, intelligent and curt. She ordered tests, some of them the next day, some two or four weeks away. Wanting answers and wanting them now, we showed up every morning at 7 a.m. at Mayo Clinic to be a checker. Being a checker means you show up for a test you’re scheduled for right when the clinic opens, and you and sit and wait all day in hopes of someone not showing up so you can take their spot.

This was grueling and sometimes hectic as we budded up against our other scheduled tests, but the punctuality paid off. We’d planned on staying up at Mayo for three days, but that doubled to six. Didn’t matter. We got lucky and got all our tests done before our final appointment. Finally, our Integrated Medicine doctor who would tell us how everything is connected—her migraines, nausea, POTS, GI problems—and how we’re going to treat it.

Mayo Clinic – Good Cop

Exhausted and exasperated, we sat for our final visit. If our neurologist was our “bad cop” doctor, our Integrated Medicine specialist was our “good cop.”

He explained the reason we’re seeing him is because all of Shan’s tests—bloodwork, scopes, studies—have come back normal. It’s because all her other specialists we’ve seen to this point, tell her they cant find what’s causing all this.

He said her muscles and organs were functioning as they should physically, but the problem is her central nervous system is sending the wrong messages to her body. When she should be in rest-and-digest mode, her nervous system is sending messages to her body to respond in fight-or-flight mode.

The doctor made a clinical diagnosis of Central Sensitization. That presents itself in several ways, including POTS, chronic fatigue and fibromyalgia. Finally. Not only did we have a diagnosis, we had someone who understood our living hell the last 12 months.

He used a few great analogies to help us understand what’s happening inside Shan’s body.

Nuclear Bomb

Our eyes grew wide when the doctor started in with his first analogy.

“You’ve seen Oppenheimer? You’re familiar with a nuclear bomb? Well it’s like a nuclear bomb went off inside your body. Well, actually multiple nuclear bombs.”

He explained that viral infections and traumatic experiences sometimes trigger central sensitization. When Shan caught COVID the first time, that was the 1st nuclear bomb. It threw her whole body into whack. She was pretty healthy when that hit, so she bounced back, but “damage” was still done. She started to notice she’d get tired more easily, have less energy, and experience intermittent nausea. It forced her to call into work a few times, but she managed.

But when the 2nd COVID infection and miscarriage happened, that was a 2nd and 3rd nuclear bomb going off. That knocked her on her ass. She recovered from that in the first week of January 2023, but then started to slowly deteriorate over the next two months. Her body was rocked. Every aspect of her condition worsened. She became susceptible to infection, each illness delaying her recovery and sometimes sending her backwards. It’s been a struggle ever since.

Home Security Alarm

The doctor said imagine Shan’s central nervous system is like a home security alarm system. When a threat is detected, an alarm goes off in her body. It’s loud, piercing sometimes, and can take a while to turn off if you don’t know what’s going on. Shen’s security system is sensitive, and the littlest thing can set it off. Imagine your home security alarm firing off every time a squirrel runs across your front lawn or a bird lands on your roof—or sometimes for no reason at all!

That’s what central sensitization can be like at its worst. Her body is not communicating with itself correctly, and the responses are unpredictable, unavoidable and exhausting. In central sensitization, the central nervous system undergoes structural, functional, and chemical changes that make it more sensitive to pain and other sensory stimuli. In this pathophysiologic state, the central nervous system is hyperexcited even in the absence of sensory stimuli, and sensory messages are amplified, whether internal or external to the body. This amplification often leads to chronic, widespread, and migratory pain, chronic fatigue, sensory hyperresponsiveness, and many other symptoms. (5)

Waiting in line for the Spongebob roller coaster at the Mall of America.

Roller Coaster

Think about being on a roller coaster. Even though you see it coming, the most exciting part of a roller coaster is that first drop. It’s that split second after you crest the big lift hill and you’re eyes peer down at the fifteen story, near-90° drop. You brace for a rush of adrenaline and G-forces.

Now imagine you’re stuck on a roller coaster in that very spot. You’re about to fall over the edge, you could at any moment! But you don’t. Your body just tells you to brace for it.

That’s what the doctor described as sympathetic hypertization. The sympathetic nervous system connects the internal organs to the brain by spinal nerves. When stimulated, these nerves prepare the organism for stress by increasing the heart rate, increasing blood flow to the muscles, and decreasing blood flow to the skin. (4) Essentially, because her sympathetic nervous system is getting the wrong instructions and Shan is in a near-constant state of preparedness for the big drop.

Tree/Forest

Our Mayo integrated medicine doctor diagnosed Shan with a few things: chronic fatigue, fibromyalgia, POTS, and chronic migraines. He acknowledged but didn’t explain all our problems with a diagnosis, like her GI issues. That would come later.

He described Shan’s full slate of issues as a forest. Each piece of her condition is a tree in that forest. POTS is one tree. Chronic pain another. And each tree is a different size, depending on how its affecting her. Her GI issues tree is huge. Her migraine tree is currently small, though it used to be bigger.

“So far we’ve been going from tree to tree, with specialists to treat what they see. We need to adjust our approach. Instead of going after individual trees, we need to tackle the whole forest,” our doctor told us.

That’s why we were seeing integrated medicine. We need to go after the whole forest, and that means integrating disciplines and therapies, and that’s our plan moving forward.

The Plan

Finally, what we’ve been waiting for. Our plan to treat this horrible condition.

Shan quote, how’d you feel after the explanation and before the plan?

The road to recovery will be long and arduous, but it is entirely possible, our doctor explained. It’s a three-pronged approach: structural, functional and chemical. Our doctor explained a combination of medicine and several forms of therapy would be the path forward. It will include things linke walking with a cane, seeing a dietician and other stuff. We scheduled our GI tests and visits with Mayo ASAP because that was the most pressing issue that still needed investigation. But the first step of our plan was education. We needed to read, learn and understand Shan’s condition and the best way to treat it. Our doctor then asked if we had any questions. I had a few.

A Stroke of Kismet

Our doctor described the plasticity of the spine when talking about recovery and therapy. Plasticity is the ability of the nervous system to change its activity in response to intrinsic or extrinsic stimuli by reorganizing its structure, functions, or connections. (6) I was familiar with the concept, as explained to me about my own brain when I had a stroke. So I mentioned that to the doctor.

He paused a moment after my question. Then told me he suffered a stroke 6 years ago. What are the odds?

We’d connected with our doctor at the onset of the appointment as he’d talked about his time in Chicago, and asked genuine questions to get to know Shannon and myself. But this felt like kismet, serendipity. Like we were sitting in front of this very doctor for a reason.

He shared his stroke story. I then shared my stroke story. We felt a bond. We felt heard, seen and validated for the fist time. After 12 months of doctors trying in vain and piecemeal treatments, finally. Someone who totally understood Shannon physically and mentally.

One Last Question

I had one more question for the doctor.

From my perspective, it’s been a really tough time dealing with all this while providing the support Shan needs for recovery. Being a partner and a caretaker is hard. Instead of a 50-50 split of responsibilities and effort, it’s been 80-20 or 90-10 for the last 10 months. The worst part is not knowing how to help or what to do. My two main love languages—food and adventure—were neutralized. I struggle with being the ever-optimistic cheerleader and facing what the reality so often is. The doctors diagnosis and plan moving forward answered a lot of my question, so I figure I’d ask anyway.

“As a partner, a caregiver, what’s the best way I can be supportive or do you have any advice for someone in my position?”

What he said next, I’ll remember the rest of my life.

“Remember how she cared for you during your stroke?… You need to do for her exactly what she did for you.”

So that’s my plan. To be her everything.

Thank You and How You Can Help

I first want to say thank you for everyone who has reached out and shared their support for Shannon and myself. It takes a village and we wouldn’t be standing here today without ours.

Thank you to everyone who helped me organize a shopping spree for Shan at the Mall of America while we were up in Minnesota. After dropping 50 lbs in a year, nothing fits and Shan was soooo happy to go and pick out some new clothes. That was important for her mental health. When you look good, you feel good.

So how can you help?

Educate Yourself – If you’ve got this far, we love you. You took the time to read and learn about our experience and increase your empathy for people with central sensitization and related disorders.

Reach Out – This will be an uphill battle, and we need all the good vibes, motivational inspiration and emotional support we can get. She doesn’t always have the energy for activities or conversation, but especially since she’s not working the next six months, could use a distraction to break up her day. A funny video, an interesting read, a simple “thinking of you” message goes a long way for Shan. (And me too!)

She makes that cane look good, don’t she?

Current Status

We spent another week up at Mayo to address Shan’s GI issues right before Christmas. We got another diagnosis for her GI issues: functional dyspepsia.

Functional dyspepsia is a term for recurring symptoms of an upset stomach that have no obvious cause. Functional dyspepsia is common. It is a constant condition but symptoms don’t happen all the time. Symptoms resemble those of an ulcer. They include pain or discomfort in the upper abdomen, bloating, belching and nausea. (8)

Shan is on some meds that should help her functional dyspepsia. We’re hoping increased accommodation will allow her to take in more water and nourishment and help the rest of her “forest.”

Shan bought a cane that’s been helping with her walking/standing for extended periods of time.

We’re doing our Mayo education sessions, and getting ready to begin some different kinds of therapy in January.

Shan was fired from her job, which is a blessing in disguise. She misses her work, work friends and daily purpose, but now the only thing she has to worry about is recover.

Our doctors advised we take it slow, so we’re not even thinking about getting Shan back to work until July 2024 at the earliest.

POTS Prolugue

To help you understand POTS, I broke down what you need to know and how it affects Shannon. I started writing this before Mayo and we got our other diagnoses, but its all relevant.

What is POTS?

POTS stands for Postural Orthostatic Tachycardia Syndrome, a type of dysautonomia disorder.

Dysautonomia is a disorder of autonomic nervous system function. The ANS is charge of involuntary functions—things that happen without thinking—like breathing.

Postural means having to do with body posture. (sitting, standing, laying, etc.)

Orthostatic means being in the standing position.

Tachycardia is the medical term for a heart rate over 100 beats a minute.

A Syndrome is defined as a recognizable complex of symptoms and physical findings which indicate a specific condition for which a direct cause is not necessarily understood.

So, POTS is autonomic nervous system disorder where someone can’t regulate/control their heart rate when changing postures.

Anyone at any age can develop POTS, but it mainly affects women between the ages of 15 to 50 years of age. Some women report an increase in episodes of POTS right before their menstrual periods. POTS often begins after a pregnancy, major surgery, trauma, or a viral illness.  (1)

What are the symptoms of POTS?

The symptoms of POTS include but are not limited to lightheadedness (occasionally with fainting), difficulty thinking and concentrating (brain fog), fatigue, intolerance of exercise, headache, blurry vision, palpitations, tremor and nausea.(2)

Lightheadedness

When Shan wakes up in the morning and sits up in bed, her heart rate jumps anywhere from 20-60 beats per minute. That spike in heart rate induces her other symptoms, like lightheadedness, palpitations and nausea. It usually takes her anywhere from 10 seconds to a few minutes to feel well enough to continue.

Then, she slides to the edge of the bed and stands up. That usually makes her heart rate jump another 20-60 BPM. Same symptoms come back again. It again takes time to stabilize her heart rate and symptoms to subside. Sometimes, she goes from laying to standing too quickly, and everything comes like a rush, almost to the point of fading. So she’ll have to sit down, and slow down her process.

Exercise Intolerance

She can’t walk more than a half mile without needing to rest. Shan actually fell down the stairs in the Roosevelt subway and separated her shoulder in April because she was weak and lightheaded and fell.

Fatigue

I like to use the spoon analogy to describe how Shan’s energy level is every day.

People with chronic pain, she says, start each day with a set number of proverbial spoons, each one representing the physical and mental energy it takes to complete a daily task or activity. Smaller tasks, like showering or getting dressed, may cost regular people only one spoon, while larger tasks, like cooking or vacuuming, may take three or four spoons.

On most days, Shan has to use multiple spoons for smaller tasks. Some days, when she was still working, she’d feel like she was all out of spoons by the time she sat at her desk at work. (3)

Nausea

POTS patients also experience a wide array of noncardiovascular complaints, particularly gastrointestinal (GI) symptoms such as chronic nausea, vomiting, bloating, diarrhea or severe constipation. These symptoms are debilitating and have negative consequences as they limit oral intake of fluids and electrolytes, which is the core of POTS treatment. In severe cases, these patients may require intravenous parenteral nutrition or placement of a gastrostomy tube for feeding to treat severe weight loss and malnutrition. (7)

Footnotes

1. POTS – https://www.ninds.nih.gov/health-information/disorders/postural-tachycardia-syndrome-pots

2. POTS – https://www.hopkinsmedicine.org/health/conditions-and-diseases/postural-orthostatic-tachycardia-syndrome-pots

3. Spoon Theory – https://health.clevelandclinic.org/spoon-theory-chronic-illness

4. Sympathetic Nervous System – https://www.britannica.com/science/sympathetic-nervous-system

5. Central Sensitization: https://www.ccjm.org/content/90/4/245

6. Neuroplasticity – https://www.frontiersin.org/articles/10.3389/fncel.2019.00066/full

7. POTS Nausea – https://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pmc/articles/PMC6314490/

8. Functional Dyspepsia – https://www.mayoclinic.org/diseases-conditions/functional-dyspepsia/symptoms-causes/syc-20375709#:~:text=Functional%20dyspepsia%20(dis%2DPEP%2D,t%20happen%20all%20the%20time.

The Power of (a) Baseball

13 Jul

There’s always a lull around the beer stand during a middle inning rally. Everyone’s had their first beer or two, they’ve settled into their seats with a hot dog, and the lineup has seen the starter’s stuff once already. I usually take that down time to walk around the corner from our beneath-the-bleachers beer stand to watch a little bit of the game from right behind home plate.

Watching BP

My view from just outside our service stand at Homer Stryker Field

The Fon du Lac Dockspiders had the bases loaded in the 5th inning with two outs in a tie game, and the Kalamazoo Growlers starting pitcher Tommy Sommer on the mound. I watched the Spiders’ Troy Black dig into the batters box, but my eyes were drawn to a kid standing twenty feet in front of me. Continue reading

The True Meaning of Paczki Tuesday

28 Feb

The Tuesday before the season of Lent goes by many names. Some people call it Fat Tuesday. In New Orleans, it’s Mardi Gras. But to me, and anyone who grew up within walking distance of a good Polish bakery, it’s Paczki Tuesday.

I have to have my paczki on Paczki Tuesday.

A paczki (POONCH-key) is dough, and fruit filling, covered in powdered sugar. Essentially, it’s a paczki is a jelly donut, right?

Brother, you’ve never been more wrong in your life.

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A Grand Idea on a Friday

28 Oct

It was a grand idea on a Friday.

“Hey, let’s all wear our costumes to class on Monday!”

Halloween was on a Sunday, and a group of about eight of us DePaul kids had just got finished talking about our stellar costumes we’ve got planned. We were in a film study class, we’ve been watching characters perform all quarter long, so we thought we’d have a little fun. It was a day late, but who cares. We were loose friends. It’s college. Continue reading

In the Middle of It

25 Nov

I tuned into AM-780 WBBM tonight at 10:18 p.m. just to catch the traffic report. It was a little scratchy, but I’m astonished and thankful that I can pick up Chicago’s best AM radio news station down in Huntsville, Alabama.

“You’re going to avoid the South Loop, as protesters have shut down streets in the vicinity of Michigan and Roosevelt,” the reporter said. Continue reading

Ma’s Pot Roast

10 Nov

When I was an eight-year-old kid, they were the two most unfunny jokes in the world.

It would be 3:30 in the afternoon, two hours before dinner. I would go up to my mother, tug at her jeans, and look up to her with the sweetest little puppy dog face and say, “Moooommmmm, I’m huuuunnnngry.”

“Hi hungry, I’m mom, nice to meet you!” she’d reply.

Frustrated, I’d give a little whine, and press on, “Can you make me a sandwich?”

She’d drop what she was doing, turn to me, and pull her hands in close to her chest, wait two seconds, and extend them both out like she was performing a magic trick.

“Boomph!… You’re a sandwich!” Continue reading

Jake… like from State Farm?

3 Nov

I have a t-shirt from Jake’s BBQ in Virginia Beach, Va. The background on my phone is a picture that says, “No Jake Brakes.” My favorite John Wayne movie is Big Jake.

Whenever you see your name somewhere, whether it’s on a billboard, or a coffee cup, or the name of a menu-item, it’s usually pretty awesome. You say to yourself, “Hey! That’s my name! How cool!”

Unless your name is part of a stupid TV commercial that’s been burned into the brains of the entire country.  Continue reading

Third Pitch

26 Oct

Chicago sports fans make big, bold predictions all the time: Jay Cutler is going to have an MVP season. The Cubs are going to win the World Series. Derrick Rose is going to stay healthy this year.

Most of them never come true.

They also make smaller, more specific predictions: Rizzo’s going to hit a homer. Jimmy Butler is going to sink a game-winning three at the buzzer. Hawks are gonna get a power play goal right here.

While they have better odds, still most of them never come true.

But every once in a while, our prayers are answered.

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Mark Buehrle Pitched a Perfect Game and I Almost Missed It

23 Mar

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“Guys! Buehrle’s still got the perfect game!!!” Phil burst into the cooler and yelled.

I was sitting on an empty Miller Genuine Draft keg inside a walk-in cooler at U.S. Cellular Field at 3:00pm on July 23rd, 2009 drenched in sweat with no idea Mark Buehrle was ten minutes away from completing the 18th perfect game in Major League Baseball history.

I was just a tired ballpark worker, happy to be off my feet and enjoying an after work cooler beer in refreshing 38° temperatures.

“What?” I said. It was the only word I could mutter. Continue reading

An Ode to the Beer Man – Wendill Middlebrooks: The Miller High Life Guy

11 Mar

I don’t think there’s been a better spokesman than Wendill Middlebrooks since Spuds McKenzie, and no better on two legs than Bob Uecker, though he was best seated, right down in the front rooowww.

Nobody embodies a beer quite like the Miller High Life Delivery Guy. You can make a case for other bottle cappers one by one, but nobody was more cold-filtered, barrel chested, or smooth poured as the Miller High Life Delivery Guy.

Rarely do you think of one individual when you sip a beverage (when they’re not staring you right in the face like that creep, Sam Adams). Sure the Kool Aid Man or the Hawaiian Punch Guy maybe or Mr. Pibb. But Wendill was no cartoon.

The Miller High Life Delivery Guy wasn’t just delivering beer, he was delivering common sense. Plain and simple.

“How about I give you five dollars and you give me six Miller High Life’s?” he told us.

Miller High Life was a good honest beer at a tasty price. The Champagne of Beers.

If you were a college age beer drinker like myself, you bought it. Hell, it was $10.99 for a 30-rack. Wendill probably would have applauded the advanced economics, doubling down with an amigo on a 30.

Now that’s living the High Life.

High Life nights were always good nights. Because someone would always use a High Life commercial line. I know a half a dozen kids in a half a dozen cities who dressed up like him one Halloween. He’s an icon. Sometimes you just wish he’d appear with a load of hijacked High Life and join your party.

He didn’t need more than a second to sell the beer. In what was one of the best ideas in a long while, The Miller High Life Guy stood in a room full of High Life and shouted good time phrases at us.

Now maybe you’d think it would be cool to party with another spokesman, like the Most Interesting Man in the World. That would be incredible. Just imagine the stuff the guy could do. Spontaneous fires and summoning dolphins and pulling weird things out of ladies’ bras. But that sounds more like creepy mystical magician than a buddy you’d want to hang out with at the bar. Even if he did pull cool tricks and have amazing stories, it’d be like going to a show. He’s the spectacle.

But the High Life Guy would rather be watching the game. He doesn’t try to impress us. He’s just here to let us know about how great our own lives are. You’ve got good beers, good people, a good ballgame? Wendill would say that’s living the High Life.

In fact that’s what he did say, when I met Wendill at U.S. Cellular Field in 2011. I was working as a bartender in the Jim Beam Club on the 200 Level, right behind home plate.

He comes storming down the hallway with a case of High Life in his hands and bursts right through the doors. He was tailed by a couple of girls in short shorts, high socks, and High Life T-Shirts, handing out High Life buttons and stickers.

After I shit my pants because my TV Commercial hero just walked into MY BAR, I grabbed a can of High Life from our fridge, ducked under the elbow, and went out to shake that man’s hand.

It really sucks when the people you’re truly star struck by stumble into your life. Your first encounter you’re never thinking straight. The awe and jitters never leave you enough power to say anything other than, “I’m such a huge fan!”

“Thanks. I’m Wendill,” he said.

He was introducing himself to me. What class. After all, how could we be buddies if we didn’t know each other’s names. I mean hey, that’s the first thing Bubba & Forrest do too.

“I’m Jake. Nice to meet ya,” I said as I grasped his hand and posed for a picture.

We talked for a minute. He’s just as full of life, on point, and genuine in person as he appears on the screen.

The Grainy Cellphone Photo of When I Met Wendill Middlebrooks at the Ballgame

The Grainy Cellphone Photo of When I Met Wendill Middlebrooks at the Ballgame

He wasn’t delivering much common sense that day, as the section I worked, though a little pricy, was always filled with good honest fans.

He shook a few more hands, posed for pictures and then he was gone. He walked off with the casual yet no-nonsense stroll he always had. There was more work to be done. And somebody’s gotta do it.

But who?