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“Let’s walk to my office and have a chat.” I followed him
reluctantly.
As we walked into his office, he said “Have a seat, I’m
sorry about the disturbance last night, things can get
stimulating around here from time to time.”
His demeanor was pleasant. He looked like the typical
Freudian doctor wearing a white beard, wool vest and
jacket with a dangling chain from his pocket watch.
He had been a psychiatrist for nearly 40 years and was a
collector of psychiatric antiquities. He showed me his
collection in the office of pieces he obtained throughout
his travels from around the world. Old photographs of
patients, instruments, surgical tools and books. His wall
was crowded with certificates, awards, plaques and
framed letters of recognition. His most treasured
possession was a signed antique baseball from Tommy
Tucker, first baseman of the Cleveland Spiders from the
1890s. He said his grandfather, who attended a Spiders’
game as a young man, gave it to him.
He seemed very approachable and trusting.
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