Cassi Creek: “10
degrees and getting colder” describes a
search for fame and fortune that must be, at least temporarily abandoned in an
effort to keep food in one’s belly.
Fame and fortune are difficult goals to realize under the best of
conditions.
40 years and
getting older, today’s edition, is about a chance encounter causing me to
wonder where my classmates from clinical training have landed. The rotation consisted of 16 students out of
approximately 80 applicants, plus 3 Vietnamese who were supposed to return home
and help form a cadre to teach clinical lab skills and procedures at a medical
school in Saigon.
I doubt the
women from VietNam can be located today.
However, they may have fled the NVA advance and wound up as immigrants.
A couple
hours on line suggests that Kent M Feldsien, our clinical coordinator died at
the age of 60. He and I would sometimes
take a day off and go fishing at one of the Missouri trout parks. On one occasion, Charlie Spies joined us. We three also skipped one day to go rabbit
hunting. We always caught fish, we never
shot a rabbit. Photographs of us in our
blaze orange vests with our shotguns showed up in a photo [presentation at the
UMMC hosted graduation that we, as a class, highjacked. Instead of a Path
resident running the graduation, we collectively demanded Kent be offered the
honor. The Path department balked and we
told them to cancel any ceremony unless Kent was the featured speaker.
Surprisingly, they backed down.
I
thought I had located one classmate, Anne E DeClue , now a
physician. A phone call this morning
revealed that she has relocated. The
search starts over.
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