When did you meet Mickey?
1975
Where did you meet him?
Babysitting coop
Memory of Mickey
After their University Ave. house, Mickey and Sharon moved to a house on Rock Springs Rd., basically right behind our house. Their house sat right on top of a hill and in a curve, a surefire recipe for traffic accidents. One day Mickey and Sharon were sitting out on their screened in porch relaxing, when there was a pretty serious accident on the road in front of their house. Mickey, dressed in his “weekend finest”, his ponytail protruding from a do rag on his head, his earth shoes, and shorts, I think, immediately went out to offer first aid and assistance to a woman who was injured. By the time he got out to the road, some other onlookers had gathered, but Mickey went right to the woman and started assisting. Apparently one of the onlookers was a bit taken aback at the sight and said something like “Hey get out of the way, she needs a doctor.” When Mickey said he was a doctor, the woman looked at him incredulously and said: “You CAN’T be a doctor!” What a hoot!
Dear Jack,
I’ve often recalled a similar story from a time Mickey (and Sharon too?) were dining at an Italian restaurant…fairly sure it was located on Cheshire Bridge Rd…when an older gentleman keeled over in his chair suffering a deadly heart attack. Mickey saved his life while the ambulance was on the way but the man’s wife was so alarmed by Mickey’s appearance that she yelled at him and may have actually battered the good doctor with her pocketbook! An amusing picture but also one lending poignant credence to the old saw about judging books by their covers.