Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member. Cedric McClester Apr All rights reserved. Continue reading Kurt Philip Behm Apr The New Hip true story β unedited. It was and my dad was sick.
Well maybe not sick in the usual sense of the word, but his hip was. He was in Boston, it was mid-winter, and he was an orthopedic patient in the Robert Bent Brigham Hospital. I was in State College Pennsylvania when the call came in from my mother, telling me my dad was in the hospital. He was in so much pain they had to rush him to Boston by ambulance and schedule surgery just two days from now. I was living in the small rural town of Houserville Pa.
It was miles from State College to Boston. Based on my mothers phone call, if I wanted to see my Dad before his surgery, I had less than a full day to get there. It was now p. Wednesday morning. That meant that if I wanted to see him before he went to the O. My mother had said they were going to take him to pre-op at a. My only mode of transportation sat covered outside in the snow on my small front porch.
It was a six-month old Honda Motorcycle that I had bought new the previous September. My roommate Steve and I lived in a converted garage that was owned by a Penn State University professor and his wife. They lived in the big house next door and had built this garage when they were graduate students over twenty years ago. They had lived upstairs where our bedrooms now were, while storing their old Studebaker Sedan in the garage below.
We had spent the last two days scavenging down by the creek and bringing back old dead and wet wood to try and keep from freezing, and to keep the pipes inside from freezing too. After hanging up the phone, I explained to Steve what my mother had just told me. He said: You need to get to Boston, and you need to leave now. Steve had a Dodge Dart with a slant six motor that was sitting outside on the left side of the stone drive.
