I officially took my first breath at 11:30 in the morning of the 10th of October in 1942.
Our Dr. Brown, as usual, spent his Friday evening gambling with the Quinns
and other notables in a room on the backside of the 3rd floor of the
Come Saturday morning the old doc
with a wooden leg and a big head had two deliveries to get to that
My classmate Helen Schultz, out on Northwest Road and me,
on 5 Irving St.
It was my mother's first and only delivery and I had
managed to turn the wrong way, so our already impatient and hung-over
"mid-wife" reached into his bag of tricks and grabbed the DEEP FORCEPS.
out I came with much noise, pain like you can't believe and two big
channels dug into my skull that could be seen for over six months.
hope Helen had a better time of it, but I never asked her and the poor
girl passed long ago.
About 12 years later the same Dr. Brown was
consulted after extreme pain in my abdomen that had gone on for two
weeks. His diagnosis was to give me Haley's M-O for indigestion.
mother balked at this instinctively and when my father came home from
work that Friday I insisted that Memorial Hospital was the place to go
as Hurricane Diane was due in a couple days, and I'd be trapped until it
My ruptured appendix was removed within an hour of arriving at
the hospital and I had a tube in my side to suck the poison out for 12
So as I pass my 75th birth anniversary, I'm glad I never gave him a third chance to mess me up.
I'd piss on
his grave, but I'd have to go to Quincy to do it.