NOW: I am working in Kansas City this week. Many of the clients I call on do not seemed concerned for their safety as the location of their businesses are frequently not in the best part of town. I was sitting at a stoplight at the corner of 68th and Troost waiting for the signal to change when I suddenly found myself looking in the face of a rather large black man. He was waving a stack of newspapers with the headline of “NO SECOND CHANCE FOR TIGER” with one hand and a pumpkin pie in the other. I assured him I needed neither and thanked God the light turned green! You certainly did not see that on the farm where I grew up. LOL
THEN: July 27th, 1953. I was born in Monett, MO in the Saint Vincent’s Hospital on Lincoln Street. I don’t know the time of day because I had not learned to tell time yet. :-) Dr. “A” did the caesarean section on my Mother. Dr. “A” was a fine physician and was my Doctor until I joined the U.S. Navy. It seems Dr. “A” frequently needed to unwind from his stressful duties of keeping our small town healthy. It is reported his preferred relaxant came in a bottle and after hours he was known to imbibe to excess. Unfortunately for me, I was born after office hours. I don’t know about his license to practice medicine but Dr. “A” would have lost his license to drive had he been stopped on the way to the hospital. During the surgery I was stabbed in the left side. Perhaps I am being over dramatic saying I was stabbed. It was more like a nick of about ¼” in length. The interesting part of the cut is the fact that the taller I grew, the longer the scar grew. I now have a scar about five inches long on my left side. It has been one of my claims to fame. I survived a knife fight earlier than any of my friends! LOL
THEN: July 27th, 1953. I was born in Monett, MO in the Saint Vincent’s Hospital on Lincoln Street. I don’t know the time of day because I had not learned to tell time yet. :-) Dr. “A” did the caesarean section on my Mother. Dr. “A” was a fine physician and was my Doctor until I joined the U.S. Navy. It seems Dr. “A” frequently needed to unwind from his stressful duties of keeping our small town healthy. It is reported his preferred relaxant came in a bottle and after hours he was known to imbibe to excess. Unfortunately for me, I was born after office hours. I don’t know about his license to practice medicine but Dr. “A” would have lost his license to drive had he been stopped on the way to the hospital. During the surgery I was stabbed in the left side. Perhaps I am being over dramatic saying I was stabbed. It was more like a nick of about ¼” in length. The interesting part of the cut is the fact that the taller I grew, the longer the scar grew. I now have a scar about five inches long on my left side. It has been one of my claims to fame. I survived a knife fight earlier than any of my friends! LOL
I can't believe you still have the scar. Impressive!
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