Monday, August 29, 2005
It's a Very Small World We Live In ... Hurricanes and Safety of Strangers, Friends, and Friends of Friends
An uncounted number of years ago, somewhere in a small lumber town in the rugged rural outback of Northern California, a friend of mine needed to have her rugged homesteader's hardworked back put straight. She needed some fine tuning done on her spine and so she looked in the small thin telephone book and soon visited a chiropractor.
After the adjustment, which was performed by a very conservative looking doctor in a gleaming white coat and black tie, my friend rested on the treatment table. As the adjustment settled in, she turned her head and glanced at the wall.
Typical of a doctor's office, the wall was decorated with official looking documents behind glass frames. Among these finely lettered certificates and gold embossed diplomas was a slightly used and yellowed newspaper clipping bearing fold creases held within a wood frame. Intrigued, my friend peered closer to read the article, which was an interview with a musician who worked with Frank Zappa.
That was a most unusual article, all circumstances, situations, and surroundings considered.
My friend read through the columns, somewhat perplexed, until she reached the part where the musician's real name was revealed as Arthur Dyer Tripp, III. Being such an unusual name, my friend couldn't help but notice that the musician's name was same as her chiropractor's, Dr. Tripp. Could it be? She wondered .... Indeed it could. Her chiropractor and the musician long associated with Frank Zappa and Captain Beefheart were indeed one in the same person. During the next few visits, Tripp explained on inquiry that he'd made lots of records and put on many concerts and toured everywhere, but that he didn't like show business. His experiences in the field left such an impression on him that he said he didn't even play music anymore.
Within a few years, my friend eventually had to find a new chiropractor as Dr. Tripp for many reasons abandoned his new life. He left his wife, left his practice, and left Northern California far behind, emigrating to a town called Gulfport to begin anew. My friend, who had come to know the doctor and his wife, a few months ago mentioned she remembered he had moved to the South, somewhere in Mississippi.
In the past few days, Gulfport has been hit very hard by a Hurricane Katrina. We're sending out a special hope that all is well for Dr. Arthur Tripp and his aged mom. ¶ 8/29/2005 09:06:00 PM
An uncounted number of years ago, somewhere in a small lumber town in the rugged rural outback of Northern California, a friend of mine needed to have her rugged homesteader's hardworked back put straight. She needed some fine tuning done on her spine and so she looked in the small thin telephone book and soon visited a chiropractor.
After the adjustment, which was performed by a very conservative looking doctor in a gleaming white coat and black tie, my friend rested on the treatment table. As the adjustment settled in, she turned her head and glanced at the wall.
Typical of a doctor's office, the wall was decorated with official looking documents behind glass frames. Among these finely lettered certificates and gold embossed diplomas was a slightly used and yellowed newspaper clipping bearing fold creases held within a wood frame. Intrigued, my friend peered closer to read the article, which was an interview with a musician who worked with Frank Zappa.
That was a most unusual article, all circumstances, situations, and surroundings considered.
My friend read through the columns, somewhat perplexed, until she reached the part where the musician's real name was revealed as Arthur Dyer Tripp, III. Being such an unusual name, my friend couldn't help but notice that the musician's name was same as her chiropractor's, Dr. Tripp. Could it be? She wondered .... Indeed it could. Her chiropractor and the musician long associated with Frank Zappa and Captain Beefheart were indeed one in the same person. During the next few visits, Tripp explained on inquiry that he'd made lots of records and put on many concerts and toured everywhere, but that he didn't like show business. His experiences in the field left such an impression on him that he said he didn't even play music anymore.
Within a few years, my friend eventually had to find a new chiropractor as Dr. Tripp for many reasons abandoned his new life. He left his wife, left his practice, and left Northern California far behind, emigrating to a town called Gulfport to begin anew. My friend, who had come to know the doctor and his wife, a few months ago mentioned she remembered he had moved to the South, somewhere in Mississippi.
In the past few days, Gulfport has been hit very hard by a Hurricane Katrina. We're sending out a special hope that all is well for Dr. Arthur Tripp and his aged mom. ¶ 8/29/2005 09:06:00 PM
