RUDIMENTS, pt. 1,066 (really living off the grid) Much of it was words. For me, a lot of everything had to do with words - I noticed that even in, say, 6th grade. I'd get hung up in a way no others seemed to, over titles and names, catchy phrases funny or misrepresented couplets. Elsie the Cow kind of stiff, I called it. There was no doctor for that. We used to have this doctor, when I was young, who came to the house - house calls, it was called. He had, and always came in with, this neat little, black, medical bag, the kind where the top opened up into two sides, and it was filled with all sorts of medical stuff. Stethescope, and tongue depressers, and needles too, and those little glass bottles into which he'd stick the needle into first to fill it, the vial, and then jab it into an arm. I always chuckled as he made house calls, I'd say, because he was named Dr. Homer. And then I thought how, being a doctor, he must have been able t...