Mr. McElroy’s Gardening Project

Eighty-two-year-old Nelson J. McElroy took to their backyard garden like oil takes to water. But one day, his wife Patricia observed some alarming portents on the day he finally began a long overdue project. California Health Insurance agent Matt Lockard knew exactly what to do.

Nelson J. McElroy’s golden hostas had been holding him hostage all summer long. It seemed like there were armies of hostas in their environs, a redundant beauty on the march. After tolerating the pervasive blooms from his recently purchased lawn chair for as long as he could stand it, while sipping on a glass of lemonade, he decided to get to work trimming the stems. His wife, Gertrude, ambled over. She watched as Nelson squatted on aged bent knees with pruning shears in hand. He mentioned he was feeling a little dizzy along with a twinge of nausea. “I should probably sit down,” he added. As he returned to his chair, Gertrude noticed his left leg having difficulty matching the stride of his right, the left step diminishing like a chimera with every stride.

Nelson collapsed, landing on his pruning shears which were fortunately positioned blades down. “Oh Nelson!” Gertrude heard herself exclaim. Fearing the possibility of a stroke, Gertrude recalled Matt Lockard, a pleasant semi-bearded California Health Insurance agent, the one who’d sold them their excellent Medicare Advantage plan just last year. She herself had utilized their coverage with a hospital stay as recently as May when her gallbladder had acted up. She decided immediately to ring Matt. Thank the insurance God he was there. “Yes,” he said. He always sounded so calm when she spoke to him. A moment later, the decisive Lockard had contacted the 911 operator and ordered an ambulance for the McElroys.
She watched him the entire way to the hospital, terrified but trying to be brave while sitting next to him as he reclined with the tubes already in him on the ambulance stretcher. Every bumpy jolt made her heart race.
Days later in recovery Matt Lockard came to see them both. “How are you doing?” he asked, the question directed at her as well as toward her now responsive husband.

“I had a stroke,” Nelson said, “because of those damned hostas.”

“Stop your cursing!” admonished Gertrude as Matt Lockard barely suppressed a grin.

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The Big Scooter Race

Scooter races can be dangerous, especially in a motor home park for seniors when the seniors are the ones doing the racing. A California health insurance agent prevented the worst carnage: the financial kind.
74-year-old Padraig O’Brien loved to watch those scooter commercials on TV. “You can have your scooter, with no out-of-pocket expense,” the announcer crooned. Like several of his friends at the Elysium Trailer Park in Oxnard, Padraig was otherwise confined to a wheelchair. One day Padraig and several peers purchased dandy electric-powered scooters using their Medicare Supplement insurance policies to help defray their cost. Visiting the Grand Canyon while maneuvering among crowds of tourists on their scooters didn’t appeal to anyone at Elysium, but once everyone had their scooters, something else became evident: the thrill of scooter speed.

“I think we should set up a race track,” suggested Tony Pilano, at 79, a near-octogenarian assumed to be Elysium’s resident sage. Mary Falafel, who spoke Arabic but wasn’t a 73-year-old terrorist, preferring to decorate or draw, agreed. “I can make banners,” she said. She loved to draw nude men.

The race track was set up along the trailer park’s wide walking paths. In preparation for the big scooter race, the “main drag” was clearly marked by Mary’s banners, a few of them rather lewd. Fourteen scooters set to race lined up. Someone had brought a starter’s pistol. The electric hum of racing scooters was vaguely reassuring to many in the crowd of geezer gawkers.

Tony and Padraig jousted for the lead, each rubbing the other like NASCAR drivers. Mary was running a strong third. As her scooter tipped, she reached for what she thought was a convenient handle …
Exactly what occurred in those next crucial two seconds will never be precisely known.

The aftermath featured the friendly California Health Insurance agent dutifully tying up loose ends after the participants had returned to Elysium. Mary brought up what was on everybody’s mind. “Let’s have another race,” she exclaimed. A silence ensued leaving her words hanging in the California air.

A tear formed in Padraig’s eye. “Tony would have liked that,” he concluded.

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The Night Rudy Played Tackle

He was the biggest-boned kid in the 16-member Pedroia clan. At age 14, Rudy was downright husky as Pedroias went, graced with good looks and a sturdy physical stature freshly bestowed upon him by puberty. But in the harsh glare of the stadium klieg lights, he weighed only 87 pounds fully dressed in pads and gear, and a California health insurance agent triumphantly emerged as the family’s hero.

Bakersfield’s Rudy Pedroia was a born athlete. At age ten, his father, Randy, first spied his son’s potential. When the kid pranced barefoot in the summer heat, “My boy has an athlete’s foot,” he casually remarked.
Rudy practiced. He knew every play. Fleet of athlete’s foot, the day came when he made the varsity squad. A freshman, the Pedroia’s little star sat on the bench on that fateful night. His wise parents had purchased a child’s individual plan for their son, just in case. Rudy was third-string; at four feet five and 87 pounds, no one beyond the Pedroia clan figured that Rudy would actually play. Still, the entire family watched as they always did. Randy was proud. “He has athlete’s feet!” he would brag to anyone within earshot while attracting looks of mild disdain. Finally Rudy’s big moment came. The home team’s first-string tackle broke an ankle and was carried off the field on a stretcher. The second-string tackle got clotheslined in the groin and nearly lost his tackle. When that unconscious 200-pounder was carted off, the coach looked at the bench and saw … “You!” he barked, “Get in there!” The crowd uttered a collective gasp. “He’s so shrimpy!” somebody’s grandmother screeched. But Rudy knew the plays.

It didn’t really matter. While attempting to trip up the touchdown sprint of a monstrous fullback, Rudy’s outstretched toes served as a launching pad for the opposing team’s end zone. The sound of a Pedroia metatarsal crunching could be heard at the fifty-yard line.

Gathered around Rudy’s bed in his semi-private room where all three of Bakersfield High’s wounded players were hospitalized, only Rudy’s family was smiling. “What?” Randy Pedroia said, “My son has athlete’s feet!” Since they had purchased a teenager’s plan from a California Health Insurance agent, they could afford to smile.

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Kidnapping and Ransom Insurance Has Become a Necessary Precaution

California Health Insurance agent, Matt Lockard, is now offering kidnap and ransom insurance to shipping crews placed in harm's way.

The man who entered Matt Lockard's cheerful and tastefully decorated office on that Wednesday afternoon wore buckles on his shoes and a silk shirt dating from the 18th Century. He carried a sword of some kind quite visible in the scabbard he wore. He also wore a black patch over his right eye. His teeth were rotten and his skin was mottled and yellow. He caught Matt staring.

"What?" the man said. "Haven't you ever seen scurvy a'fore?"
Matt Lockard is not a man to unsettle easily. "C-an I help you?" he said while flashing his own well-flossed pearly whites.

"I've heerd that you's a sellin' Kidnap and Ransom insurance to shipping crews," the mysterious man said. "I'm prepared to set me sails off beyond the African continent next month."

"You heard right," Matt said with a bit more confidence.

"Better give me some," said the mysterious man. He provided his name as Edward Teach, and demonstrated a clear vulnerability. "I want to feel safe. Heard tell that there's pirates agin' roamin' the seven seas, making the waters treacherous. Can I pay with gold pieces, or do you require silver?"

"You're a teacher?" Matt asked. Part of a syllable had evidently been made to walk the plank.

"Yes, something like that," Teach said, his teeth giving off a slight stench as he opened his gob.

"You're smart to purchase kidnap/ransom insurance," Matt added, feeling more at ease with the man. "Gold or silver, it's all the same to me. Just no doubloons. They don't fit in the cash drawer properly."

"What else does it cover?" Mr. Teach asked.

"The EPIC 1 plan covers illegal detention, extortion, home invasion, carjacking, and numerous other means of extorting money from you," Matt explained.

"I see," said the swashbuckler, suddenly grinning from ear to ear, "You are an honorable sort Lockard, an honorable sort indeed."

"I'm a California Health Insurance agent sir. I be nothing more, nothing less."

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California Health Insurance Agent Offers Trip Cancellation Policies

California Health Insurance Agent Matt Lockard offers Patriot T.R.I.P. insurance coverage in the event of the unthinkable.

Stanford R. Doe and his wife Jane were about to board the plane, Southwest Flight 6754, at Gate 3 in LAX when they heard the news. Up until that tense moment, they'd figured that buying T.R.I.P. insurance had been one of those purchases performed out of prudence in case of the unthinkable. But in that instant, they knew.

"Mr. and Mrs. Doe wait!" the urgent voice had shouted.

Because of what had happened, the couple had no choice. They walked as if in a daze, but unassisted to the airlines ticket counter to cancel their flight to Tunisia, where Stanford and Jane had long dreamt of celebrating their second honeymoon, although their first one had occurred a mere six months earlier.

They drove the rental to inspect the ruins. A gas explosion had gutted their home and all their belongings. They stopped the rental, a Rambler station wagon, in front of what had been their front yard. "All that grass seed wasted," Stanford told his grieving wife with tears pouring down his cheeks, "and the automatic sprinkler system, it's b-broken," he sobbed, his voice choked by emotion and by the odor of charred dandelions in the fetid air.

"What will the neighbors think?" Jane cried out, as if she were a wounded self-conscious beast without a split-level, which she now was.

They still had a cell phone that worked. It was purple, a sad color. She put in a call to homeless child she'd so suddenly become in her now infantile mind. He'd been expecting
a call from the forlorn Does, after reading about the explosion in yesterday's news. Hearing Matt answer, all she could do was sob into the receiver.

"It's activated. Don't worry about your trip cancellation. You have full Patriot T.R.I.P. coverage. You and Stanford wouldn't have enjoyed Tunisia under these circumstances. The travel agent will understand about losing his commission. He won't be angry at you for canceling," Matt spoke softly into the phone, realizing that a couple's dreams had been shattered, both in the sense of where they were going, and where they'd been. But at least T.R.I.P. had saved them from what might have added insult to their injury.

"Thank you so much Matt," Jane managed to blurt.
"Just doing my job as a California Health Insurance agent," he replied self-effacingly. "I reacted instinctively when I sold you that policy. It's what I do." California Health Insurance agent Matt Lockard, as if to be reassured like the small

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Wine Tasting Tour in Temecula Turns Terribly Tingly

A pleasant afternoon of Temecula Valley wine tasting is ruined by killer bees, but Chris and Sally Sadhart were at least prepared for the stinging contingency by their California Health Insurance agent.

Chris and Sally would never have thought it. They were an amorous and amiable couple, married for the better part of three years, prudent in the extreme, and were headed out to Temecula for a pleasant sojourn of wine tasting. "The tour will be fun," Sally said, "and the local wines are superb."

But there were so many wineries to choose from. Finally, a fateful decision was made. They turned their 2007 Toyota Tundra into the driveway and parked.

The tour began pleasantly enough. Harry, their guide and waiter, brought over twin tasting glasses of Syrah. "It's a dry red table wine," he said, "very nice."

"Very nice," Chris and Sally echoed in unison. The afternoon was perfect. A cloudless sky, not excessively hot, a little breeze was blowing at low levels near the ground, like a miniature headwind. It felt good on the skin.

Next was a Cabernet Sauvignon. "This one is mild, note its deep red color, and its blackberry aroma," the suave Harry said, dressed in a lavender Tuxedo, to accent certain flavors.

"Wow," said Sally, "this is wonderful!"

"Indeed," echoed Chris.

Harry interjected a factoid to make the couple's experience yet more delicious. "Were you aware that this Sauvignon is aged in oak barrels for 18 months prior to bottling?"

He didn't say that the particular oak tree on the premises used by the winery for bottling had been destroyed because it had been infested by killer bees.

"No, we weren't aware," Chris replied a little too loudly and emphatically.

The Zinfandel arrived next at their outdoor table. "This white dessert wine doesn't age well, I'm afraid," he spoke a second prior to the look of pure fear becoming apparent on his features.

At the worst possible moment, the Sadharts began arguing.

"It's spicy," said Sally.

"You're wrong. It's fruity!" Chris yelled with altogether too much emphasis.

The swarm of killer bees, guided to their table by the current of the micro-breeze and the vibrations of their arguing and possibly by Harry's colorful if incongruous attire, began stinging the couple again and again. This did not feel good on the skin.

The Sadharts were fortunate that Harry had once been an ambulance driver and that an Urgent Care center was very close, and especially that the bills were taken care of.
"It was prudent of us to obtain emergency coverage from a California Health Insurance agent," Sally purred through swollen lips a few days later. "We were extremely prudent, dear, although we'll be in agony for the next few weeks."

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Take Me Out of the Ballgame

An 86-year-old cantankerous man's worst fear is realized when he goes to his first Major League Baseball game and gets hit by a foul ball, but insurance obtained from a California Health Insurance agent softened the blow.

Mickey Moosaka's nephews and nieces were at their wit's end. What activity would their cantankerous grand-uncle agree to participate in that the entire family might attend? He'd turned down bowling. "It reminds me of pinheads," old Mickey said. He avoided restaurants. "Flies and their eggs on every plate," he said, sickening anyone within earshot. Miniature golf emphasized the codger's recently shrunken stature. "Don't belittle me by taking me to a place like that," he'd said to his thrifty niece Sappy in his rather squeaky Buster Brown voice. It was decided that "Uncle Mickey" would take in a Dodger game at the Stadium. Above all else, he enjoyed baseball, despite his consummate fears. He finally relented but warned, "I'll probably get bonked by a foul ball off the bat of Manny Ramirez." The geezer was a lifelong Dodger fan but had never been to a game in person.

The Moosakas got a nice row of boxes not far from home plate, but well back in the upper deck. The seats seemed relatively safe. "These are great seats, huh Grumpa?" chirped twelve-year-old Matty to his beloved great-great-uncle. Matty was in his last year of Little League and played all-star caliber shortstop on a junior version of the resurgent Dodgers.

Fifty or sixty foul balls came and went, a few coming close, within a few rows, by the sixth inning, when the famous Dodger left fielder approached the batter's box. "He's going to conk me with a foul ball," Mickey Moosaka predicted. The first pitch to Manny Ramirez was a fastball, which he took. The next two pitches were outside, so the count was 2-and-1 when the fateful pitch came. "This one hits me, I know it," wailed old fearful Mickey. "No, it won't," said Sappy, fast becoming Mickey's least favorite niece. "You worry too much." But the next pitch, a curveball, was fouled back on an ominous trajectory. It seemed like the ball had eyes. Sure enough, it smacked old Mickey on the forehead with tremendous force, knocking him cold. Carried out of the ballgame on a stretcher, he was taken to the nearest hospital.

But Sappy was no sap. "Thank God we already had accidental coverage from a California Health Insurance agent," she said. "It didn't cost us a cent."

"Thank God Grumpa Mickey didn't die!" wailed Matty, placing priorities correctly.

"I guess," Sappy was forced to agree.

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