Following up to yesterday's post, I will tell you that my father did not leave the hospital on the "Monday after Thanksgiving," as he had hoped to do, which is indicated in the audio playing during the video clip in that post. Instead he was still in the hospital on the "Monday after Thanksgiving" and declining quickly. He died a week after that Thanksgiving — November the 30th, fifteen years ago today at 7:35 AM, due to complications with septic shock.
The year he died, Thanksgiving Day was November 23rd. He had evidently recorded a tape (that is being played in the movie-clip in yesterday's post) on the eve of that Thanksgiving, November 22nd — the day Kennedy was assassinated thirty-two years prior — as I recalled in an earlier entry.
My father may not have been prophetic about the doctors having him out of the hospital the Monday after Thanksgiving; but he was right on the mark about the rising costs of cigarettes. I am a non-smoker, but am very conscious of cigarette prices because I live in New York City, where our Mayor Bloomberg has not only managed to raise the taxes and costs on cigarettes; he has banned them from restaurants and bars stating that secondhand smoke contributes to high rates of asthma and cancer while poisoning the air. Bloomberg' latest attempt on banning smoking is to disallow it in parks, beaches, and even in Times Square. All of these actions by Bloomberg make me think of my father's "prophecy" regarding cigarettes — even though it has been fifteen years since he died; survived by his wife, her children, a brother, a sister, an adopted son, my mother (his first wife), and my two sisters and me.