Word: docs
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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...California Sierras, dotted with gold-panners' shanties and crisscrossed by streams of flashing gold and speckled trout. Fortnight ago, for example, when Logger Bill Lingenfelter was pinned by a "widowmaker"-a tree falling in the wrong direction-his crew mates rushed him to Dr. John Rose. The "Doc" swiftly took 30 stitches in Lingenfelter's right leg and put splints...
Every bit of equipment was proudly introduced to potential patients by young Doc Rose. In the main hallway, a donated defibrillator drew special attention. Everybody knew that shortly after Rose arrived on the Hill, he was called out to help a man electrocuted while stringing a television antenna. The man's heart had stopped, and Rose needed a defibrillator to jolt it back to life with electricity. There was none on the Hill, so Rose drove his car next to the victim and ran jumper cables from the car battery to the man's chest. Even...
...Doc Rose's work load is a throwback to the days of black bags and horse-drawn buggies. In the 3½ years since he came to Feather Falls, he has been careening around its twisty roads in a flower-speckled '68 VW Bug pretty much day and night. Rose talks in an easy country twang that belies his Princeton (B.A. '69) and Baylor (M.D. '73) education. After serving his residency in an urban Oakland, Calif., hospital, he came to Feather Falls and found himself delivering goats, prescribing for sick dogs and sewing up deer attacked...
Rose makes about $32,000 a year. "I could be making more money in the valley," he says. "But what else could I want? I think I'm just a hick at heart." Says an ancient patient, with an approving smirk: "The Doc is busier than a long-tailed cat in a roomful of rocking chairs...
...wreathed staff to a wide-eyed Western stripling. The artist's message: the age-old mysteries and delectations of the grape are flourishing in California soil. It must have evoked a guffaw or two from Victorian clubmen with noses deep in the real stuff from the Médoc...