When my family and I moved to Maine in 1989, one of the things I liked best about our new home was how safe we felt.
Emergency physicians take a fair amount of pride in the fact that we never refuse medical care to any patient who shows up at our door. It doesn’t matter when they show up, how they show up or who they are; we treat everyone the same. We see anybody that wants to be seen, regardless of their complaint or their ability to pay.
I was poking around the file cabinets up at church the other day and I came upon several scrapbooks full of my clipped-out columns, along with the original photos much of the time, dating back to 2005.
Some of the readers of this column are fortunate enough to live in areas where town water is available all year long. Others, such as myself, live in more remote regions where wells are the only source of reliable water.