{"id":2419,"date":"2011-12-24T11:40:59","date_gmt":"2011-12-24T18:40:59","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.bloodhoundrealty.com\/BloodhoundBlog\/?p=2419"},"modified":"2011-12-25T10:57:49","modified_gmt":"2011-12-25T17:57:49","slug":"a-canticle-for-kathleen-sullivan","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.bloodhoundrealty.com\/BloodhoundBlog\/2419\/a-canticle-for-kathleen-sullivan\/","title":{"rendered":"A canticle for Kathleen Sullivan"},"content":{"rendered":"

A Ramblin’ Gamblin’ Willie story<\/i><\/p>\n

I got to the hospital after visiting hours, but the nurse led me to the room anyway. “There hasn’t been anyone,” she confided.<\/p>\n

I pursed my lips in grim acknowledgment. “That’s why I’m here.”<\/p>\n

Inside the room the patient looked like purple death. It was a critical-care room, bright and white and cheerfully clinical. The bed was surrounded by apparatus, with lines and leads and probes and IV tubes running to him. The only unbruised part of him that I could see were his eyes, and his eyes were more deeply wounded than anything.<\/p>\n

I’ll tell you his story, but I won’t tell you his name. His name is yours. His name is mine. His name is legion…<\/p>\n

I pulled up a chair and got as close to the bed as I could. I wanted to see his eyes. I wanted him to see mine. His jaw was wired and he was breathing though a plastic tube mounted in his throat, which makes for a fairly one-sided conversation.<\/p>\n

“I just came from the funeral,” I said. “Biggest one I’ve ever seen. The procession must have been two miles long. Kathleen Sullivan, mother of six, grandmother of two, with two more on the way, loving wife of Brian Sullivan – in the newspaper it’s just something that’s there, like the basketball scores or the stock tables. People die every day. People are born every day. It doesn’t seem to matter very much.”<\/p>\n

I shrugged. “I think it does. I’ll tell you a story: About six months ago there was a woman driving down Endicott Avenue. Driving very safely, five miles an hour below the speed limit, doing everything just exactly right. There were some schoolboys riding their bikes on the sidewalk beside her, and, all at once, one of the boys decided to dart out into the street, right in front of her car. She stood on the brake pedal, but it was already too late. Screech, crunch, tragedy. The boy was killed instantly.<\/p>\n

“She saw it, of course. His little schoolfriends saw it. Half a block away was the crossing guard, and she had Read more<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

A Ramblin’ Gamblin’ Willie story I got to the hospital after visiting hours, but the nurse led me to the room anyway. “There hasn’t been anyone,” she confided. I pursed my lips in grim acknowledgment. “That’s why I’m here.” Inside the room the patient looked like purple death. 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