About two weeks ago, at a women's’ meeting, the conversation gyrated toward medical care, hospitals, etc.
I mentioned that my husband, age 82, was scheduled two days later for a colonoscopy.
One of the ladies asked where the procedure would be done, Taos or Santa Fe. When I told them that we were going to Alta Vista, one would, judging by the expression of their faces, have thought that he planned to enter the Gates of the House of Horrors and deliver himself into the claws of some evil Klingon Creature.