First Words
…thoughts of an anachronistic, solo pediatrician
by Glenn Feole, M.D.
"Be careful too that the reading of your story makes the melancholy
laugh and the merry laugh louder," Cervantes, Prologue to Don Quixote
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June 10, 2014
Chief Complaint:
“My head hurts a little bit of a bunch.”
LuLu and Fortune (sisters)
Max, age eight, told me proudly that he didn't have any cavities or fillings in his teeth. I asked him what his secret was. Spinach perhaps, I asked him hopefully, trying to get a plug in for some good nutrition? He seemed pensive as he calmly sat there thinking. Finally he said, “No. I really don't know. My sister has a lot of cavities. I think it's because I'm more mature than she is.”
Westport, Connecticut, 1986
Westport, Connecticut, 1986
Paterson
Driving down mainstreet
past boarded-up stores
through a cracked window
a child's hardened face
I turn the wheel
to avoid broken bottles
scattered like mines
for the uninitiated
A plastic garbage bag
gently rises and hovers
above the gray asphalt
flexes and leaps
an olympic high jumper
and stops
gently pirouettes
arms outstretched and floating
pausing for me
dark interior silouehetted
against blue crisp sky
and sinks
Glenn Feole, M.D.
Paterson, New Jersey
November, 1986
Coup d'essai:I can still see "snap shots" of life in inner city Paterson where I worked in the Public Health Service paying back my medical school loans. A Jesuitical experience that I longed for... Motionless faces of children in grimy windows of tenements just watching as I drove by. The motion of this delicate plastic bag was like a choreographed dance that had me in awe at a stop light, the gentle breeze softly making it lift and twist delicately, a subtle crescendo of movement, a decrescendo as to music in a ballet. An irony, a contrast, a sign, an inspiration.
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