March 6th, 2007

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An Evening at Flagstaff Medical Center

I had just walked in the door, said hi to the kitten. I put down my bike bag gently so as not to disturb the dozen fresh eggs. I was slipping off my shoes when the phone rang. A girlfriend on the other end, voice shaky, said "I'm bleeding heavily. I need a ride to the hospital." Before I hung up my shoes were back on, wallet in pocket, keys in hand. My neighbors were in the parking lot, hanging out with bikes and dogs, and I shouted to them that I had to run and sped away in the beater truck.
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