Living As If I'm The Last Patriarch
There was a more innocent time in my life when I looked up to others, elders who could comfort, guide, validate. They're all gone.
Ray Amato, the rennaissance man who owned a medical laboratory, was one such guide. At 12, he must have succumbed to my mother's nagging to give me a job. I think he was delighted: I did hemoglobin and red blood cell count.
The machines -- little centrifuge, old time spectrophotometer -- were pretty easy to use. It was a great summer working for him in that pre 1800's building in Haverstraw, NY.
There was a more innocent time in my life when I looked up to others, elders who could comfort, guide, validate. They're all gone.
Ray Amato, the rennaissance man who owned a medical laboratory, was one such guide. At 12, he must have succumbed to my mother's nagging to give me a job. I think he was delighted: I did hemoglobin and red blood cell count.
The machines -- little centrifuge, old time spectrophotometer -- were pretty easy to use. It was a great summer working for him in that pre 1800's building in Haverstraw, NY.