I'm heading up to Columbia next Monday for an afternoon visit with my neurologist. Before that, I'm meeting my friend Crissinda for lunch at Omega's, a hole in the wall diner, that has some amazing reviews.

Crissinda is a parole officer up there and I'm trying to figure out a petty crime that would get me on her list (just kidding :-)

I told her to pick anyplace in town, and she chose this one. So Monday looks great, meet my sweet friend, have some great southern cooking, and chat with my Parkinson's doctor, Amanda.

Hmmm, for an old sorry ass, I'm still able to connect with smart women.