It hadn’t been clear, to me at least, how far ahead of normal practices and expectations Dr. Creevy was operating. By the time5 we next visited a delivery room, the father’s participation in parturition had become very much standard procedure.
1I’d have included a nice picture of an architect’s model of the place, borrowed from a
Stanford website, where (http://elane.stanford.edu/wilson/html/photoalbum/index.html#id=buildings&num=16) you can see it, if you care to. But it turns out they charge $50 for the privilege of reproducing it. Within their rights, of course. Guess I’m still operating below Palo Alto’s range of acceptable consumption, but their attractive image isn’t worth that to me, just now. Sorry I didn’t snap a slide or even a Polaroid, while I had the chance.
2The doctors use the term, “precipitous.”
3Must include him among the rivals toward whom I’ve directed some muted feelings of jealousy. John Wayne and Perry Como also come to mind; both, of course, now safely deceased; Creevy, however, was last sighted still in OB/GYN practice in Portola Valley. The next August, as we crossed the California state line on our way back to civilization, I detected a tear in Valerie’s eye, as she looked back. Said I, “It’s OK, dear: we’ll visit your native state again, some day.” Her response: “Doctor Creeeeeevy!” I’m told such attachments may not be uncommon, especially among young primips. Still: humpff!
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4Within the limits of our diverse capacities…
51970, in Cambridge, with our Chris.
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