I drove the bus yesterday. A warm day filled with the sight of blazing blossoms, green hills and the sound of birds. The morning after the passage of health care reform. A day to be thankful for.
And then I bumped into Ralph. Sitting in the Little House lobby in his usual personality-plus mode, I stopped for some banter. The subject quickly turned to the health care reform bill. “What did you think of what went on yesterday?”
With a touch of pique “Awful. It’s going to cost a fortune. And for what?”
Cloaking myself in my social justice mode, “Well, 32 million more people will have some insurance. And folks won’t be cast into the void when they lose their jobs and can’t get coverage because they have cancer.” Not good enough for Ralph.
Mike, another regular, was sitting close by and joined in. “Wait til the tax man comes and takes whatever you have left to pay for this thing. You’ll be singing a different tune. This thing is a disaster.”
Knowing full-well they do, I asked “You guys have Medicare?”
Ralph jumped, “Of course, but I pay for it.”
I asked, “And just how do you do that?” A period of silence.
“Tell you what”, I said. “You give up your Medicare benefits, take the money you save, and use it to buy Blue Cross coverage.” Another period of silence.
“And, if you do that, I’ll march in the next Tea Party parade…with a big poster telling folks to shit-can health care reform.” Permanent silence.
“Let’s have lunch.”
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