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Some people especially when they are Older

become Doctorish.  They go for this and that.  Not me.  As a child

I went to Uncle Jack.  My check ups consisted of

his telling me a joke and saying You’re Fine.  Now when I am

One Thousand Years Older on occasion I have to go and

the doctor is Not A Relative.  (I can’t remember any of them

saying something like Have You Heard The One About.)

Yesterday I went to a New GP who, in the plus column, looks

like Liberace and also in the plus column wears handmade shoes.

I went as a follow up to the Usual Blood Tests. ( I am OK.)  As

I was leaving I asked him to tell me his favorite restaurant.  He is Greek

and reads  Food Magazines. He said Stamatis for sure

although it’s a while on the train but if you have $30.00 go to

AVRA for the pre-fixe lunch go to the old one on 44th the new is a little

Too Much.  Later in the afternoon I went to Chinatown because

my friend LISA sent me many fantastic glass frames (where did she get

them?) and lenses in Chinatown are $35.00 while you wait.

But my eye shop was behind so they said Come Back in

An Hour and a Half and I went to Lin Sisters Herbal Shop (I’ve

wanted to go for about 20 years) and asked how I can get

an appropriate herbal prescription.  See the doctor

one flight up said one of the Lin Sisters.  It’s $30.00 and you have

to pay today.  OK I said and walked up the stairs to see a man

from China in a white coat. He said his name was Frank.

Frank held onto my wrists and looked

at my tongue and said I Could Use Some Herbs for my dryness.

(What is dryness?  He didn’t say.)  And then, for the sake

of symmetry and maybe, to be a Good Patient, I asked Frank

for his favorite restaurant.  It’s is on Bayard Street. I’ll write the name in Cantonese

so you can find it.  He drew an elaborate map

and I found the Shanghai restaurant 66 Bayard

where I ate a very good lunch.

 

 

 

Esther Cohen
Let me tell you why I'm here, and why I hope you'll join me. I am here to poem, to play with words, to tell stories when I can, and to ask you for yours. Words are what I love, how I see, and what I say. Words are how I know my life, and how I find my friends. I'm here to ask you to join me. Right here. To send me your stories, and your poems. And to read mine when you can.

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