Hilma and Joe's Barn

So here I am. About to be 65 and inundated by mail from thingie entities I don't know and don't give a flying rat's patoot about, I've got a wad of mail a couple of centimeters thick that 1) has my name which I was pretty sure no thingie did and 2) is sure in explaining to me how the world of healthcare works after 65. Yeah.There's this perfect bound useless taxpayer paid journal and then there's this barn.  This barn is old. Joe built it. Hilma called him to dinner from it. They had neither health insurance nor a demand for it. One time in his life, Joe went back to Finland to fight the czar. I wonder now if that's not exactly where I am.