This is the saga of a middle-aged city doctor going back home to where he grew up to become a country doc.
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
Correction
Ruminants, yeah, the title was not spelled correctly, isn't that just par for the course. And forget me trying to spell that Manhattan, Manhatten town correct. I've been there anyway---and liked it. I'm glad you can laugh with me and my early Alzheimer's dementia.
This is the saga of a middle-aged city doctor who gets the opportunity to go back to near where he grew up and be a country doc. I hope to fairly chronicle this new adventure for friends and family in the coming months. Thank you for visiting!
I went to high school in the town of Pellston, just south of the Mackinac Bridge. I was blessed to know this country due to my father, Leonard. He first came up to the tip of the mitt after serving on submarines in the South Pacific in WWII. He worked in various roles in Upper Michigan, including as a lumber jack in the U.P. around Newberry. He introduced me to the rivers, lakes, streams, woods and beauty of the U.P. starting from birth. I could never get it out of my blood. No matter where I was, from college in Florida, to studying in Maine, medical school in Iowa, and yes, even fishing in Alaska, I could never get Northern Michigan out of my head. It is said, you can take the boy out of Michigan, but you can't take Michigan out of the boy. Man it's good to be going home.
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