Every day, I talked to other patients. And it was so discussing our activities and other side effects. Sometimes it was about food, I thought it was okay but dreamy. Sports, and especially football, was a popular topic of conversation. Football season reached-an exciting climax. Contrary to my earlier doubts, I was happy to engage in many discussions with colleagues and patients. It seemed, how- always, that older patients met periodically when they slept 7, living Jack, the longest resident. In the heard lists conversation, I realized that my approval for a great variety of foods.Chilli con Carne, for example- did not share with others. This was an example of the visible generation gap in ideas. I swore I would not speak politics. Jack was loved and respected by patients and staff alike. He never did he complained, though he knew he would be in the hospital behind us they are all left. His bed became a natural meeting place.