Two Old Doctors Reminisce

In the my-own part of my life I never speak to doctors except to solve medical problems for $30 a pop.

“My kidney stone is killing me every single day,” I tell them.

“Well, it shouldn’t be,” they tell me.

“Ohhhkay,” I sigh and think, man, what authority! What an unflinching barrier between us! It’s like they’re from another more important world.

And then I go down to Arizona where my retired doctor dad lives and realize, “oh yeah,” I actually grew up around that world.

Recently I was there, and his old partner was visiting. I overheard them exchanging old stories about their former colleagues…