Jack, Jr. hung up the phone, shaking his head, “Crazy, old coot”. He called the hospital and got hold of the emergency staff who promised to call him back. He called the travel agency to get a flight out of either Nashville or Atlanta as soon as possible for Phoenix. He called in the night manager to let him know that he was in charge of the dealership for the next few days, but that if any major decisions were needed to call him on his cell phone or send him an email.

“Mr. Jenkins, this is Doctor Padhur, I am calling to let you know what’s going on with your father. He suffered a fracture of the orbital bone and a detached retina. We can refer you to a very good opthalmic surgeon who can fix those two injuries. We have him heavily sedated so that he doesn’t jerk about and lose any chance we have to fix the retina. He suffered a concussion. The petscan indicated that he’s had a few before. Luckily for him this is a mild one, the blow from the ball was not as direct as it might have been. We need your permission as next of kin to schedule these two procedures.” “Sure, doc”, Jack, Jr. responded, “And I’m on my way, I should be there sometime tomorrow morning.” “Very good”, the doctor responded. Jack, Jr. gave him his cell phone number and they ended the call. “If he keeps this up, I may not have to worry about him dying in 2010″, Junior muttered to himself.