The Waiting Room

A quiet place save for the inane babble of daytime TV. Each waiting patient  wrapped in thoughts of themselves and their malady. The country club pastels, bad art and white walls do little to liven the atmosphere.

This is a place where healing is helped along behind closed doors and all here wait their turn for medicine’s magic.

The decor doesn’t matter.

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JohnAmes

Bowtie Wearer With Bad Knees I spent my early years in Massachusetts in a little town called Easton. I went to Harvard, served in the Navy as Operations Officer on and LST, founded a construction company and served in the state Legislature as Assistant Minority Leader. However my life really began when I moved to Maine and opened an art gallery. I've been around the fine arts in the commercial art business for over 25 years now and loved (almost) every minute of it. I look at every day is a gift, except when it's very cold outside or I have to go to the dentist.

One thought on “The Waiting Room”

  1. It can be hard to sit in a waiting room while someone you love is somewhere nearby getting treatment. I can say, though, that when you are the one being treated, as I was today, it’s a huge comfort just to know someone who cares is somewhere nearby waiting. All was well!

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