OCT-C-5

 

POST-MARATHON, PRE-TEXAS,

IN A WELTER OF ACTIVITY FROM DC LICENSING BOARD,

TO REI ANTARCTICA, TO DERWOOD IN A FAST FLURRY

OF COMPLETION OF WOODS AND HOUSE ADDITION REMODELING

 

October 29—30, 2003

 

            What a welter of activity I have just left---and all of it “on me!”  The cement trucks have just left, churning up the rain-soaked drive into deep ruts of mud, and knocking down the mailbox on the way out.  They have spread several yards of cement on the paving of the spacious garage and the storage room below the filled in and ready for roofing Game Room and Library.  The windows subcontractor is carrying in the large picture windows that will stretch floor to 28-foot ceiling in the Great Room, and the Library is finished awaiting the windows which are being installed later today.  The carpenters finished the deck on the West side of the Breakfast Room and had put the treated wood floor joists under the East side decking which is being finished with the railings today.  The plumbers come later to put the roughed in plumbing for all four bathrooms and the kitchen.  And, as I am trying to find a place to put the vehicle that it is not run over—in comes Ernie Shifflett’s Tree Service to pull in the Intimidator and a crew of Guatemalans are spread through the woods tugging on old wet stumps to through them through the chipper in one of the later stages of the woods total cleanup and have sent several climbers up trees with chain saws to drop hanging branches.  I had asked them to “stump grind” the big stump at the Breakfast Room which would otherwise interfere with the steps up to the deck, and while they are bringing the machine here anyway to grind the other stump out near the stone walkway, since all the stone are broken up by the heavy equipment that has been dragged over it.

 

            So, as I am in the middle of orchestrating this I hear the walkie talkie that Jody the carpenter is carrying  squawk and I heard Glenn’s sick and sad voice, since he has been laid up with gastroenteritis and he is in bed at home, with his thoracotomy and lung cancer operation due on Monday November 3.  He tells me he is out of it now, and is turning over to Jody some of the lead carpentry jobs.  I had gone through the house on Tuesday with Dale Kramer, the first time we had been together for several months, as we had last talked when he was on his way to Montana to hunt elk and black bear, and I was on my way to India/Alaska. I had been dealing with Glenn Murrell functioning as the lead carpenter.  Now Glenn is ill, both acutely and long-term, and the new carpenter Jody and another Dale have been the fellows I have seen principally when I have gone over to see the rapid stages of current progress at Derwood.  [Sorry for the confusion you may have at a distant reading that there are two Glenn’s and two Dale’s!]  So Dale and I compared hunting stories for the West and from Alaska, and then opened up the roughed in doors for me to stand for the first time in the Library and Great Room.  “I can tell you one thing—it won’t come down!”  The structural steel and the corresponding 2X8’s that incorporate the steel beams that hold up the multiple skylights through the roof are all clearly visible, as are the expansive windows that “let in the woods.”  Right now, it could not be viewed at a better time from library or Game Room, since the reds, russets, golden yellows and all the myriad of colors of the autumn woods are framed in the high windows, which will have the outdoors allowed inside, since the light will come from both large windows and down through the multiple skylights—but also the indoors will be studded between the windows with the wild animal trophies and plaques reminiscing each hunt that characterized the adventure.  The Great Room will also have themes of the hunt in the foxhound sense, and a studio corner where the piano and its music stands will be.  The library Dale suggests should have red oak panels for the open shelves without cabinetry and window seats in each o f the two windows for reading from the abundant books to be visible on the shelves.  The southern wall of the den is also available for shelving and the bottom layer for cabinetry, although Dale will check with interior designer Sandy Sheilor about this.  The questions unresolved have been around the wood paneling over the fireplace –whether  to enhance this site or cover it over in dry wall, in either way it might b e the kind of place I might hang the fine old American maple of the muzzle-loader.

 

            Another question, now resolved has to do with the foyer, separated by an arch from the living room that contained air ducts, and whether it was a weight-bearing wall or not was open to inquiry before the thought that it should be eliminated, since it creates a wasted space next to the windows and on the side of the closed over passageway that will now be a walk in pantry.  It turns out that this is NOT a weight-bearing structure, so that, at additional cost, it can be removed, and I would ask the help of the designers et al whether that would be suggested.  This, and the selection f the door from among many models, and the question of the Korian color wood grain vanities for master bathroom and some appliance selection as well as sign off on kitchen final plans had been phoned and faxed to Virginia, but she was not in a position to do anything about these plans, having removed herself a long way out of the thought process about remodeling and just asked that this be referred to me to “suit yourself.”  So, I approved what the designers had suggested, with some trepidation about revisiting these recommendations later for any expensive later revisions.  Dale and I will check through Sandy Sheilor, who also called me about a few bathroom and kitchen plans and I left a message on her machine in response—“do it right, and I will see what comes of it.”                                                                                            

WEDNESDAY, OCTOBER 29, BEGINS WITH A BOARD OF LICENSURE HEARING AND ENDS WITH AN ADVENTURE TRAVELOG ON ANTARCTICA, BEFORE MY DEPARTURE FOR TEXAS

 

            On rainy mornings, the commute, which in rush hour times is now getting into multiple hours, gets even worse, so the combinations of my jet lag of the far side of the world’s still-operational time zone and the daylight savings time, coupled with my too-early arrival for the Marine Corps Marathon has meant that it is much more time efficient for me to go in before the rush—which means getting in to the office about 6:30 AM which allows me to do the day’s work before anyone else arrives.  After I did the usual clearing of the emails, I took the Metro to Union Station and walked over in the rain to the DC Medical Licensing Board with which I have had a quarrel for over a year, since my license expired on December 31 2002.  I have had that license for three decades, and had tried to renew it in September 2002 and sent in a check to the contractor Promissor, which lost it, but assured me that everything was just fine, on eat least monthly calls as I came and went on my medical missions.  I still have active licenses, but wanted to keep my DC license, though I do not need it since I am not treating patients in DC or any other state.  They wanted to fine me, then said I was beyond reinstatement and would have to apply all over again for a new license.  Then after they had said that I could be reinstated given the special circumstances of the case (they have fired their contractor for similar malfeasance) they told me to send in a check for the renewal fee ($240) plus a penalty fee (of over $500) for their own error. To have the matter resolved, I did so, even thought this is outrageous that I am paying for their total screw up after trying persistently and continuously to renew the license that they allowed to lapse in their own ineptitude.  They refused to cash the check unless I signed a release, which absolved them of the slam dunk law suit against them for their own malfeasance and paid a fine of $100 per month for the interval during which I was trying so hard to renew the license that they had blocked!  I refused, and demanded a hearing—so here I am sitting before a board of “community representatives" (read that as activists) and naturopaths and lawyers and one recognizable physician---the chairman of the committee—Bill Matory retired surgeon from Howard University, and a respected colleague and friend. 

 

            Why am I sitting here in a disciplinary hearing along with the IV drug pushers and other felons to plea for the license that they have messed up so badly on an administrative level between me and the Board?  Bill Matory had each of the Board introduce themselves and then stated to all that we were friends and he did not recall who it was that paid for lunch that last time we were together at the American College of Surgeons, but that he wanted everything open to keep from conflict of interest.  I myself said I was surprised to see my friend and respected leader as the chairman of the committee, since I did not know who it was.  Then I was given five minutes to answer the questions which centered around the fact that they did not know that I was not in the practice of medicine with or without a license in DC or any other state, and the they did not know that I had tried to renew even three months before the license was due to expire—meaning that they still had not received the packages of material with every one of the forms and checks zeroxed and re-submitted to Ms Antoinette Stokes over six times in a row.  They asked how could I have renewed before the expiration date?  They did not know that the recommendation is that the renewal take place on-line—which, of course, did not work, so I simply printed out the renewal form and sent it to them in September with the Xeroxed check (I had previously been screwed over by the same contractor so I was not about to take such chances again!)  all of which they did not know—despite all of these supportive materials having been included in each of the communications over the past year.  Bill Matory said that the Board’s auditors would not let them cash my check for reinstatement without the release for their misconduct, and I said nothing in reply to suggest that I would release them from their own confessed administrative errors for which they had preferred that I pay and then hold them harmless.  One of the community members asked if he could get it straight, and said , incredulously “You mean you expect us to believe that you travel around the world helping others at no charge to them, and do this full time in a professional capacity?.”  I said to him, “I believe this demonstrates that you did get it straight the first time.”

 

So, I was dismissed.  I do not know the resolution, but I do know that they will still try to get some kind of penalty fee from me, as well as an exoneration of their administrative misconduct on the part of the contractor which they have acknowledged by the firing of Promissor.  We will see. (qv)

 

            I came back to the office, and drank some coffee, and set to work on an editorial that had been invited by the journal Nutrition over three months ago.  I had been carrying the material with the thought of writing the editorial whenever I got waylaid—as I had been when I was stranded in India—but when there, I had to work full time on getting myself out---again on the basis of someone else’s misconduct in issuing me a one-way ticket, and with my notification to them that they had six weeks to correct this—and no subsequent action being taken.  This mistake on the part of someone else cost me the stranding in India and a five hundred dollar surcharge to get myself out of India on a jump seat standby in order to make it to my Alaska trip.  So, I now have a series of weekend obligations that stretch for the next month or more, and then will have to assemble a year-end letter to mail out before the end of the year, so now would be the right time to write this editorial.

 

            So, I did it.  It is an analysis on the part of Pakistanis who judge their nation of 78 million people to be at risk of nuclear war with India—the only option they would have with an imbalance of armed men across the LOC of a million man army from a nation of well over a billion.  So, they wish to “protect” themselves by increasing the iodine in the Pakistani diet.  This covert message was the one I dissected out of their paper which I had originally reviewed, and then was invited to write an editorial on the subject of the revisions according to my requirements for their paper. (qv)

 

            I then went to REI, where I had just got in the door when I was called and in the middle of the camping section with the overhead pages going off as I was setting up my slide carrousels on Antarctica, Virginia called to discuss the trip to and from Iowa in two weeks.  I had to give the talk, and I also saw the special upmarket Super Makalu trekking staffs I had sent a note to Mark Nelson in advance requesting for the later Zanskar Trek, at $127.89, but with the distant hollow note in her voice, I did not purchase this Christmas present in preparation for the Zanskar Trek this coming year, having had a backing out after reservation the last two times.  Mark nelson had called since he has been on the REI sabbatical month, counting raptors in Pennsylvania and is going with his wife to an anniversary dinner in Frederick tonight, so I will introduce myself and give the talk on Antarctica—with requests for several more adventure travelogs—reminiscent to me as I stood before theme of the Kiwanis lecture series I had once attended as a boy in the Civic auditorium in downtown Grand Rapids hearing these speakers with slides talking about incredibly exotic faraway places---and suddenly realizing that I have switched places with the boy in that audience back then.

 

 

AND, NOW, TO SAN ANTONIO,

TO GO TRICK OR TREATING WITH TWINS!

 

            I had received another call in the course of my standing on the not yet fully completed Derwood deck amid the multiple contractors coming and going around me before I had to run off to BWI to catch the series of American Airlines flights that have brought me here now to San Antonio.  Immediately upon my arrival here, I had to put away the thoughts that were troubling me as they have been communicated by someone else without yet communicating them—so I have written a long letter in advance of my hearing what I fully expect to happen yet again, with the dissolution of all other previously reconfirmed commitments and plans, upon which I have launched irreversible plans toward a future that may not be, at least any time soon or with the dream intact as previously projected.  But here and now, I have two little boys who are full of verbal greetings for their Grandpa and are excited about going Trick or Treating with him, and their immediacy should take over from the concerns of what might still yet come to be—however modified by interval changes that may disrupt plans for these major transitions.  Welcome to San Antonio, and I will be able to tell you good news about Michael and his career future also!

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