Groundhog Day

Today is Groundhog Day. So was yesterday and the day before. Tomorrow will be Groundhog Day too for my Dad who suffers from early Alzheimers. Every day my Dad gets up, walks outside to get a newspaper and, realizing that his cars are gone, goes inside to anxiously question my mother.

Dad: "Where is my Cadillac?!"

Mom: "D (my brother) came and took it away"

Dad: "What the !*&%^! Where is the Jeep?"

Mom: "You are not allowed to drive anymore. Remember? The doctor told you and then D came and got your keys. Now he has your cars."

Dad: "I never saw a doctor. No one has ever told me not to drive! Get me the phone. I'm going to call D right now. Then I'm going to have him arrested! He will regret this for the rest of his life!"

The next day....

Dad: "Where is my Cadillac?!"

Mom: "D came and took it away"

Dad: "What the !*&%^! Where is the Jeep?"

Mom: "You are not allowed to drive anymore. Remember? The doctor told you and then D came and got your keys. Now he has your cars."

Dad: "I never saw a doctor. No one has ever told me not to drive! Get me the phone. I'm going to call D right now. Then I'm going to have him arrested! He will regret this for the rest of his life!"


My brother says he would appreciate it if we could start to deviate from the original story---tell my Dad that the cars are in the shop or that he sold them but I doubt very much that he would believe it. My poor brother has to be subjected to my dad screaming at him over the phone every morning.

I think I am going to send him flowers.