Let's go smoke one!

A cigar, that is!  This is how Doc Barnes greeted us at each office visit. This was not medical advice but a metaphor.  For men, smoking cigars together is a ritual of bonding and celebration. 

Doc was the official OPW physician.  He gave us our physical exams for our wrestling licenses.  He mended and tended to us when we were injured.

Men light up cigars to celebrate a wedding, a good meal, boxing match or a personal victory.  When Doc said it, I think he meant that it's good to see you, let's celebrate that we are together.  Let's celebrate because life is good.

I don't know if Doc actually smoked cigars, but one Valentine's day I stopped by the office and gave him one with some matches and a card which said, "I really appreciate how you and Ann take care of us.  Naturally, I didn't give Ann a cigar but a plant.  Doc chuckled and said that I had the gifts mixed up!

You acknowledged our friendship with a smile every time I would rest my hand on your shoulder, giving it a couple of pats as you turned to read my chart.  

When a man is a friend it is easy and natural to come up with nicknames for him.    You were Dr. Barnstorm, Dr. Barnstein, Rapid Ronnie, Doc, Docky, Docko and Dr. Ronnie Handsome.  You called me Peedo and Peedola.

If we are but tiny drops of water in the vast ocean of life, then you are a giant wave.  The ocean of spirit has drawn you back into itself for a time, giving you rest, preparing you to rise again as a magnificent new wave.  You will soar again on clouds of high.  

Your sudden exit from this ephemeral world is a terrible shock and loss.  Our hearts ache and no prescription can be written to lessen it.

One day we will surely be together again ..... and you and I will sit down with a cold one and smoke a couple of long, fat Cubans, Doc!  Bet on it!

 

Pete Maguire - July 9, 2006