by clicking the arrows at the side of the page, or by using the toolbar.
by clicking anywhere on the page.
by dragging the page around when zoomed in.
by clicking anywhere on the page when zoomed in.
web sites or send emails by clicking on hyperlinks.
Email this page to a friend
Search this issue
Index - jump to page or section
Archive - view past issues
Grapevine : October 2011
yer's wife who lived across the street and who took a great interest in the plantings on the island. The second was a doctor two houses down on my side of the street---the self-ap- pointed neighborhood patrol offi- cer. Nobody was doing anything on that island without his permission, no how! I didn't know his name. I called him Dr. No, after a couple of run-ins I'd had with him. Otto followed my instructions. He went across the street and met the lawyer's wife. She was enthusi- astic about replacing the tree---and, yes, Otto would have to get Dr. No's imprimatur before proceeding. She took Otto by the hand, led him down the street, and introduced him to Dr. No. The good doctor was way ahead of us. He had already bought a tree, but was delighted that a complete stranger had dropped out of the sky, willing to go to the considerable la- bor of planting it. When I got back home, a beauti- ful Japanese maple stood where the sycamore had met its fate. Otto had watered it daily. It looked great---a real asset to the whole street scene. Two weeks later, Otto got his sis- ter to drive him to the state capitol to appear before the state board of licensing. He was armed with little more than a letter from me, stating how diligently Otto had trudged the road of recovery. Guess who the dreaded chair- man of the medical board turned out to be? You guessed it---Dr. No! They were pretty surprised to see each other. Otto was unanimously restored to the full rights and privi- leges of his profession---an outcome, I understand, which is very rare. An Indian tribal health clinic in a near- by town was eager to take Dr. Otto onto its staff, almost immediately. The miracles have kept happening. Like I said. Otto and me? We believe. Bob M. Tulsa, Okla. He'd heard from his doctor buddies that the state board was ruled by a really mean ogre who was not keen about recovering alcoholics practicing medicine. Otto was scared about what would happen when he showed up without even a used stethoscope. I said, "OK, but you can't wait for the guy to die." aagrapevine.org 53