Gramps Says As we get older, we discover that a pharmacy is a more frequent part of our lives, but easy access to one has been problematic. After my wife and I signed up with Humana Basic RX Plan, we discovered that our local pharmacy Eagle Drugs did not recognize Humana. We were forced to go out of town and we selected the pharmacy at Walmart in Vacaville. Then when Eagle Drug adopted Humana we switched to them. Not long afterward, Eagle Drug closed down and we were back to Walmart. We felt like a ping pong ball. Now, when we need a prescription filled, we have the opportunity to take advantage of my old saying, “You can drive anywhere in Winters in five minutes or less.” Pharmacist Haruna “Harry” Madaki has opened Yolo Pharmacy at 23 Main Street. I found Mr. Madaki and his clerk Cynthia to be very delightful people to meet and become acquainted with. As well as the pharmacy, they stock an assortment of over-the-counter drugs and vitamin supplements. Cynthia explained that they will soon have other items such as greeting cards which will save me many trips out of town. Cynthia mentioned that she also speaks Spanish. They accept most prescription plans, including Humana, and they are able to deliver prescriptions to your home when that service is needed. It is comforting and reassuring to have a drug store back in town. As illustrated in the ping pong analogy written above, inconsistency and change for which we have no control can be stressful and cause angst. Allow me to relate a recent experience that illustrates this point. Now that airlines are back flying at full capacity, I have been able to catch up on some visits that were important to me that involved seriously ill friends and a family gathering. During the course of two round trip flights, I passed through the TSA security check lines four times. As you know, it is required to place everything in your pockets, as well as your belt, laptop computer, jacket and shoes in a tray that goes through an x-ray machine. They waive shoe removal for people my age. On the first trip I discovered that my shoes set off the alarm at the metal detector and they required me to remove them and place them in a tray. On two subsequent flights I put my shoes in the tray like everyone else. The fourth and final flight out of Salt Lake City I put my shoes in the tray, and the TSA guard insisted that persons my age were required to wear them. In spite of my explanation, he ordered me to put them back on. So, I held up the line while struggling to put them on with no chair available to make it easier. Sure enough, when I set off the metal detector, the shoes came off and went back to a tray. Angst is not the right word for what must have made my ears turn volcanic red. Sophie Says Now you see why I don’t wear shoes. I suggest the next time you feel your ears getting red, you stop and think about the flowers blooming, and birds chirping in your back yard, and contemplate the peace of mind of having a pharmacy back in town. By the way, are shoes required to be mayor? If so that could be problematic for my bid to run for office.