THE PRACTICE AND OTHER STORIES
JACK HENRY MARKOWITZ
© 2005 – All Rights Reserved
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CONEY ISLAND LIMEY
Before leaving for his office in Brighton Beach, Doctor Aaron Keicher stopped in front of his hall mirror to adjust his scarf.
“If the best is yet to be,” he mused, giving his marshmallow white hair a few nervous pats. “I’ll probably be the oldest man in Brooklyn by the time things start to get better”.
The grandfather clock chimed the hour. With a quick check of his eyes and a brief inspection of his tongue, Keicher grabbed his black bag and left to do battle with his patients.
He always took the same route to work, passing the Canarsie landfill project where clouds of squawking seagulls swirled above the heaps of garbage, calling out joyfully to one other, as if gliding above piles of stinking refuse had to be the greatest joy in a seagull’s life. He passed Floyd Bennett Field where, as a boy, he had made history by winning the Annual Kite Flying Competition with an ingenious yarmulke shaped design which, to everyone’s surprise, out flew and outmaneuvered the heavily favored Chinatown entry – and those people knew from kites!