Thank God for Karen.

My father’s driver and caretaker, Karen, was there today when he suddenly got very ill…

and she decided, quite accurately, that he needed to go to the hospital to be checked out.

I sent her a ‘thank you’ tonight along with a few gift cards for Saks Fifth Avenue, where she

likes to get her favorite lipstick.  As I looked over at my note, all packaged up, I see there

are a few typos — but that goes to the long day we’ve all had.  I know she’ll still appreciate

the thought despite the mistakes in typing.