I'll soon complete the trifecta of Atlanta hospitals.
Following my long association with Piedmont, where my three children were born, and a week in Grady Hospital after a minor stroke, I'm headed to Northside Hospital Wednesday for knee replacement surgery.
The new knee will join a pacemaker in my heart and artificial lenses in my eyes.
Growing old had changed me into the bionic man.
Sure, I'll love to smash 300 yard drives with the new knee, or run the Peachtree.
But I'll be happy if I can just walk down the street without pain.