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Submitted to Contest #324
The call from the doctor came late in the evening, a week after my 56th birthday. My blood test results--ordered for a pain in my left side--were back. He wanted me to come in first thing tomorrow. I didn’t sleep well that night. He hadn’t sounded an alarm, but an evening call from a doctor carried alarm bells enough. In his office the next day, he explained that blood tests had revealed that I had chronic myeloid leukemia (CML). It was a rare form of blood cancer - not inherited; probably a result of some environmental exposure to radiation...
Submitted to Contest #320
Pipeline Dreams I set out with Hollis for a hike up the mountain around ten. The plan was to reach the pipeline clearing that ran across the top of the mountain. It was 1959 - I was 10 and Hollis was 11. I often played in the woods behind my grandparents’ summer cottage but never walked all the way up to the pipeline. The cottage was in the Blue Ridge Mountains about 25 miles southwest of Gettysburg, just over the border into Maryland. We brought along canteens with water, pocketknives, Hershey bars, and a compass. There was no defined p...
Submitted to Contest #296
The invitation was intriguing. The professor had not been to Budapest. His maternal grandparents had emigrated to the U.S. from Hungary in 1920, before his mother was born. He had never met them. The conference did not excite him, but the organizers would pay his way, and he could spend a few days discovering his Hungarian roots. He was sorry that he could not tell his departed mother about his trip to the “homeland”. He did not know where in Hungary his grandparents were from, only that it was a small rural village. He booked the trip and ...
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