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Going to the dogs

Published on: 01:28AM Dec 28, 2009

It happened again the other day. I was mailing my last minute (now late) Christmas cards and standing a couple of people in front of me in line was a man I thought I recognized. The problem was I wasn’t one hundred percent sure who he was so I held back and didn’t greet him even though we exchanged glances a couple of times. After he left I asked the counter clerk if the customer she had helped just before me was a certain doctor. It was, and I must say that I’m a bit embarrassed. It was my primary care physician (that’s fancy talk for “family doctor”) This doctor has seen me any number of times over the years and, putting it delicately, has probably seen more of me than any other person should, other than my wife. Maybe it was just seeing him out of the context of his office that put a doubt in my mind...at least that’s what I’d like to believe. The other theory is that middle age moments are occurring more than I like to admit, or in other words my memory is going to the dogs.



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