So now, I am in my late 70’s. In the mid 70’s of the 20th-century, I was living in Baltimore as a State Medical Examiner, interesting but gory.
My reaction to those 2.5 years? See that very long-haired guy below enveloped in those mid-70’s.
The picture is so old with artifacts it looks I have a gunshot entry wound near my left eye. Ironic given my profession. Don’t you think?
My adventures are strewn through several memoirs. If you’d like to read about those episodes, they are in, specifically, LookBackwardAngel, How Did I Get Through This? and Please Save the Third Dance for Me, available in paper or e-books at Amazon. My novelette on Amazon, The Bloom is on the Rose, involves a medical examiner in Baltimore in that same era. You can access that book below and the others (clicking my name in blue at the prompt for the author page, “Follow the Author”).
“We are all sentenced to solitary confinement inside our own skins, for life.” Tennessee Williams.
I think the sentence for most applies to the worst of our times, inside. Mine were the occasions when a woman broke my heart and when I was required to learn emergency medical management in medical school. The former wounded me. The latter taught me that Billy Jean King was wrong. Pressure is not a privilege.
Then in the 70s, I worked as a physician/autopsy surgeon in forensic pathology. I didn’t see the mayhem from illness or trauma live, only the result. Far more peaceful. Much less confining.
In the 70s, I met the love of my life. The trials of relationship. Its priceless nature. The joy of family. Rather than confining me within my skin, that experience was expansive. I had a life’s partner.
But my life became its broadest and deepest when I began quiet prayer to the Creator of the breath of life. Thank God.