13,477. YUCAN

YUCAN

Having blind eyes is no incentive;

you can find a hundred things to

alleviate the absence. On Belvedere

Street, let me just tell you, they are

tearing down the old hospital that's

been there since 1881. Now, really,

as hospitals go, that's a long time.

I grant that, yes. The masonry and

the bricks, together, told a story:

Civil War veterans who probably

died there. Ypres and Verdun too.

The dining trays were probably

changed a hundred times in those

140 years, and new things came

along. Penicillin; microwaves; 

X-rays; anesthesia and painkillers

too. So, what's a person to do

when considering that?

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Time gets thrown like a blanket,

over things and atop the living

and the not  -  or, as was once

said  -  the quick and the dead.

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The building started as 4 stories

and then was added to, for 6,

sometime along the way, with 

another 'wing' of the modern junk

as all that came along. And lest we

forget  -  and my favorite part  -

the parking lot. Once soil and

then a gravel, kept soft for the

horses, then turned to pavement

for all those horrid cars and their

silly white lines. Regimentation's

infestation, I'd bet. 

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Thinking changed over those

many years. trees take down for

being in the way; an overgrown

graveyard that no one would

admit to  -  I can still find it,

yes, and show you a thing or 

two. Churches, nearby, and,

wouldn't you know it all, the

lawyers in rows, offices and

signs, the Medical Examiner

and the County Office, and, yes,

yes, and yes, the undertaker and

a funeral home.