...I got an appointment with the specialist three blocks from my work. He told me the tooth should come out and that Siouxland Oral Surgery should do it. I thought that was 2 blocks closer to work.
Turns out that Siouxland Oral Surgery is 3 miles away, way South on Minnesota Avenue. When you're on a bicycle, and your wife has the car, and the surgeon will see you "now", then you walk back to your work, get your bicycle and ride to your surgery as fast as you can.
The specialist gave me my x-Ray. When he learned that I was on a bicycle, he cut the x-Ray holder in half. (instead one film in a four slot holder, it became a one film in a two slot holder). But, since it was wet, he wouldn't let me put it in my pocket. He thought I could hook it over my handlebar. That didn't fit, so off to the surgeon I went, up and down the hills of 57th Street, with my x-Ray trailing from a carabineer hooked under my seat.
Of course, I left messages on the voice mail for my wife every time I passed a telephone. At 12:30, when surgery was done, I checked again. This time she was home. Talking through teeth clenching a wad of gauze I told her I was coming home. I was home by 1:00. Not bad: 3 hours after my first appointment, 8 miles on bicycle; 1/3 mile walking.
Hey The Dad, this one's for you:
"Eighteen minutes with an agile mind."