Last week I groused about people who grab you by the lapel and, without asking, unload their health woes all over your shirt front. I still feel that way, but must modify the declaration: It depends on who's doing the unloading.
Garrison Keillor, that "nice 67 y.o. male" (as the E.R. doctor wrote) tells about his recent stroke and hospitalization here. Now that's the way to write about a life-changing event: a little wry exaggeration and a lot of self-abnegating humor, and ending with a bit of a political point. This cranky 69 y.o. male salutes him.