Early on Tuesday evening, E.E. Hinkle had a pacemaker installed on his heart. Harold Hinkle reports that in order to do this operation they had to stop his heartbeat. We at the Holabird Advocate question that report, knowing Harold's tendency to mislead for effect. If it is true, we'd rather not know that information. What we do know for sure is that he was scheduled to go under the knife at 5:30 pm, but did not get going until 7 pm. The procedure took about a hour and a half. Before the surgery, his pulse was 31. After it was finished, his pulse jumped to 71. He was a little groggy when waking up, but he has been groggy for quite a few months now. In true Hinkle style, E.E. talked almost nonstop and was more concerned that Harold and Mary Hinkle not drive home that late, but rather stay with Ken and Joyce Ferris. Showing more sense that usual, they did as requested as there was a fair amount of fog in the air that night. E.E. Also felt it necessary to tell his nurse about his courting days. They all said he was a pistol. Does this make Harold a son of a gun?

After jumping through all the hoops, signing on all the dotted lines, and getting final instructions, Harold, Mary and E.E. motored home with Joyce Ferris along with them. It is expected that she will stay with her father until his follow up appointment on December 14.

Some may have wondered if this whole episode was necessary. Some may also wonder why it went along so swimmingly. Rev. Jerry Hinkle believes he has the answer. "I sowed a few seeds" He stated matter of factually. "I got prayer chains going in at least three different churches, and from there on it seems like there was and entire community of faith behind us. Of course God heard those prayers and he answered them in a way that will bring blessing on all who joined in. I even prayed myself. I prayed the entire 91st Psalm. I want all you Readers to know that Psalm 91 should be required reading for every Christian, and twice in times of trouble. Try it sometime. It'll work. My Grandad is living proof that it'll work."

Have you tried to find a good radio station lately, one that plays good driving music? There aren't any. It's all yakkity yak?with news, or talk shows or rap music. You start to wonder, where did our music go? What happened to the great music that defined our generation? Well, I'll tell you where it went. And it's good news, for a change. Our music is in the clearance bin down at the hardware store. You can pick up five...Maybe six tapes for the cost of one of them CD things. And it's our music. With words you can hear and understand. Words that tell a story without a video. And the women sing songs about men. And the men sing songs about women. And surfing. And hot rods. I know it's depressing to see the music of your life stacked beside the special discount shampoo and the two-for-one light bulb sale, but that's okay, because it's finally at a price you can afford.