The ones going bankrupt are the hospitals, not the patients.
Yeah, and they know it's going to be politically dangerous to raise the cost of treatment, but that's what they'll have to do. $10/night for a shared overnight stay in the hospital! $90/night for a private room!
On the other topic du jour, I grew up up the hill from an orchard and a dairy farm, but other than that, have no farm experience. My father's family had a livery stable in western Mass. around the turn of the 20th Century, but his dad was an engineer with Con Ed in NYC. I don't know what my mother's dad did, but they lived in Queens, so no rural background there, either, although her mother came from coal-mining country in Pennsylvania.
Lace-curtain Irish, all the way.
Hey, there's still a farm in Queens! [link]
Hah!
I must admit it's a nice side-effect of being home sick (::coughs up part of a lung::) to be able to chat with Buffistas during the work day instead of trying to threadsuck Natter at night.
Dairy farmers' grandchildren represent!
My maternal grandparents owned a dairy store. So, they got the milk and whatnot from the dairy farms and delivered them to the people of Wilmington, DE. also, they made ice cream!
Mom grew up on a farm outside of Lockport, IL. She was in charge of the horses. The address of my house in AK was a Star Route (AK's version of Rural Route) for a very long time, and it's still surrounded by woods. She's farm folk, I'm wilderness folk. Well, wilderness folk that ran to a city as soon as she could and never looked back, but still.
oh my gosh, I just did a google search for my grandparent's dairy and came across a board where people were talking about old Wilmington and there were posts about food nostalgia that mention the milkshakes from the dairy. now I'm crying.
I didn't grow up on a farm but the address we lived on in NJ was a RR.
(My dad grew up on a farm and he had a street address. Weird, no?)
Mom grew up on a farm outside of Lockport, IL.
That's where Grandpa A's farm was!!! In fact, I lived in Lockport the first three years of my life!
My grandfather made the BEST milkshakes.
