Rich: Ronnie Green’s gift

A few days ago, I went by the hospital to visit with a close friend, whose mother was ailing something terrible. That particular hospital has grown into quite a monstrosity since I was born, there when it was a small three-story square building. It cost $96, and I still have the receipt – paid in full – and the little identification band from my tiny wrist. That was costly to Mama and Daddy…