Memories of Sergeant Rosado on 9/11

September 11, 2014 12:35 PM

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I open my slant-top office desk searching for an article to share with a patient. My early 19th-century post office desk may seem like a useless storage space, but both my patients and I love it.

When I close the desk doors, its back collapses to the floor, taking with it my stapler, stethoscope, and emergency bag of peanuts. Because I embrace an orthodoxy for early American furniture, I have tried to hammer its old square nails into the brittle wood, which proves too warped to lay flush aga...

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