So, last Sunday I was in the locker room of my gym, the Claremont Club. I had seen him there before, but here he was again, John Yoo, of Office of Legal Counsel fame. Just that morning at breakfast I had been telling Ann, with outrage, that the Bush Administration officials, the torturers, should be fully investigated and then, probably, brought up on charges. So what did I do.
I broke off an animated conversation I was having with three school aged kids about not drowning in the pool and yelled out, "John!" I had never met him, but what the hell, it's a locker room.
"Hey. I heard you went to Episcopal Academy!" A prep school on Philadelphia's Main Line.
"Yeah," he said expectantly.
"I went to Lower Merion."
He looked at me and said, "I guess that account for the Phillies shirt." T-shirt I was wearing, hadn't realized it.
"Yeah," I murmured brilliantly.
"What are you doing out here?"
"I'm a doctor."
He reached out his hand and we shook hands.
So, what's the deal?
Here I was saying "hi" to a war criminal. I can say that as a doctor, I accept and try to help everyone who comes my way. That's one of the things I really like about being a doctor - good role to play. And then, guiltily, it's fun to know someone famous, or infamous. How hypocritical am I?
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