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Posted on by tq1695

He might have been the last surgeon in the city addressed as “ Mr,”
even by himself.
If calling from the wards or outside,
he always prefaced his introduction, “ this is Mr.”
To the staff he was MCA
M for Mr and first two letters of his hyphenated surname.
When he retired, the compulsory function
drinks,
presentation,
platitudes.
Overseeing the function – what we did
making sure plates and glasses were not hungry or thirsty
a good listening post
overheard two nurse
“ is she MCA’s second wife?
Yes.
Was she has secretary?
Yes.”

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Most of my life has been spent on the bench, occasionally called into the game by extravagance or attenuation. Waiting has turned a loner into a recorder - nondescript and inconsequential, more not noticed than overlooked - the non-vantage point of children not yet considered old enough to understand. Orphaned Islands (Un)poetry is a lifetime of picking anecdotes up and not throwing them away. Stories collected like odds and ends placed in a box in the basement, the garage, the garden shed - uncertain as to what their use might be but knowing that one day there might be one.