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I’d finally spot one, okay? Some chick in fishnets, leanin’ on a wall, and I’m like, “Oh god, oh god, what now?” I’d stumble over, all nervous, sayin’, “Hey, uh, you workin’?” She’d smirk—SMIRK!—and I’d be furious! “Don’t judge me, lady, I herd sheep all day!” I’d haggle, too, ‘cause I’m cheap— “Twenty bucks, that’s it, take it or leave it!” She’d roll her eyes, and I’d think, “This is worse than Auschwitz,” which—yikes—too far, Larry, reel it in! But that’s my brain, ping-pongin’ like Saul’s, from panic to dark humor.

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Finally, I get a breather. I step outside for a sec. The view from the dispatch center is insane. The mountains, the sea, the whole vibe. I take a deep breath. But then, my phone rings again. It’s a lady on Via Aldo Moro. She’s lost her cat. I’m like, “Lady, it’s a cat! It’ll come back!” But no, she’s in tears.

Chief Physician Dr. Thomas Scalea celebrates 25 years of saving lives at Shock Trauma