Last year I had a drop of blood in my urine, as a result I had an ultra sound and then a cystoscopy which failed to get into the bladder for a look-see. So in March I had an operation to remove scar tissue at the bladder neck caused by my prostatectomy in 2011.
When they were able to get inside the bladder they discovered a stone had grown on a staple from the 2011 operation and was causing the blockage.
Great, no tumor causing the blood. But, now I have a bladder opening that doesn’t close and gravity drains the sucker whenever I am vertical. Things are much worse than after the prostatectomy when it took me two years to get control.
 At the pump:
$2.18/litre
$8.39/gal
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Bev, Colleen and Dave took the Naked Bus from Auckland to here. Apparently the bus Tiki toured on its way here making it a very long ride; but it was cheap. It was a mini-evasion for us but we loved every minute of it.
 Why? Because we played games. Over 48 hours we did eight different games, including the German Ticket to Ride that Bev brought along. We played some of the games a few times.
Dave hates board games. But I bonded with him by talking engineering with him. e.g. It was cracked brass nuts in Australian cars that led to the war story of how someone discovered that ammonia cracks brass by eating away at its lead content. You see in India horses were pissing on the brass artillery shells lying on the ground and when left long enough the shell would crumble when lifted. Once we had become lifelong friends I talked Dave into playing Survive: Atlantis, which amazed the women. He was a good sport about it, but wouldn’t play a second time.
 Paul and Irene came over Easter weekend. They brought along a large chocolate Easter egg, which was appropriate and the Irish Cream whiskey filled chocolates pieces that came with it were well received. They blew there credibility when telling us many stories about Irene’s “relative”, a “Tanzanian Devil”, who consumes anything liquid or solid sweet that she can find in their house - without any qualms.
We played a few games of Survive—and I didn’t. After the women went to bed Paul and I continued of our tradition of talking until the wee hours while downing “piss”. About the only time I ever drink beer, ale or lager. Usually I’d have it as a shandy.
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2014 - No. 3 www.malecek.com 2014 No 3
It began in January with the Beatles’ invasion of America. In February I got my first real job as a bellman at Holiday Inn. Since I was rolling in the money (85¢/hr plus tips) I could buy nice clothes, albums and 45s.
In June I graduated high school and with gift money I bought my first car, a ‘58 Chevy Malibu. Petrol was 25¢/gal (6¢/l). In August I went on my first real date (with Signe). Then September found me at the University of Minnesota’s Institute of Technology, studying mathematics and physics. 
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