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Show temperature was up to 94, chills were still strong, a good sign. It was plain to see that physically, at least, he was recovering. But his story.. J didn't know what to think. The night passed quietly. But at 6:50 am I heard the ER door creak open and slam again. Two men in uniforms were walking down the hall and approached me just as I completed taping the night report for the next shift They asked to see the Lt Colonel and I showed them his room. One of the men came out and got a wheelchair and went back in again. Curious, I walked toward the room to see what they were doing when the two men burst through the door, pushing the patient in the wheel chair. They hurried down the hall, through the Emergency Room, through the swinging doors, and to an unmarked car where a third man waited with the motor running. As I opened the ER door, the last car door slammed shut and they roared out of the parking lot. I went back to his room and discovered that his bedside chart was missing. Everything was missing...except for the admission paperwork, they had removed any sign that the Lost Colonel had ever been here. About then the day shift began to arrive and I told the crew what had happened. Gloria Harris, came down the hall and I gave her the admission paperwork from the ER that I'd left at the Nurse's station. She tried the phone number that the Colonel had called the night before but the receiving party claimed there was no one stationed there by that name. Did this man exist? My thought I was just bored and playing a game or losing my sanity until Dr. Mayberry came in later that morning. "Where's my patient?" he asked. We never found out ers An epilogue... Recently I spent the day looking at county roads in the Book Cliffs with Dave Warner, the County Road Superintendent. The drive jogged a memory he hadn't considered in years. He toki me of the time in the late Eighties when on the day after Thanksgiving he had seen a Huey military helicopter flying out of the area above Floy Wash. He remembered seeing it come down from high up on the Book Cliffs, close to the Utah State Roadless area. On a cable below it dangled a truck. I asked him if he had any Old Bushmills to spare and then told him of my night at the hospital on Thanksgiving Day. Stop by and see Marie. non beach is The open. THE APRIL-MAISSUE OF THE ZEPHYR WILL BE ON NEWSSTANDS MARCH 21st Y Jose Knighton? Alien being from another world? NO. BOOKSTORE This is what happens P.O. BOX 387, 83 N. MAIN MOAB, UTAH 84532 to Jose every winter (801)259-515- 4 THE COMMUNITY BOOK STORE FOR ALL YOUR NEEDS: Maps Guidebooks Green Titles Western fiction Poetry Womens issues Conversation Mystery Mailorders Special Orders Gift Advice Good company Philosophy OPEN SEVEN DAYS A WEEK 9AM TO 6PM Jf-- " FI1,11 1.1 on those slow days when he reads every book the store has in stock. EXPAND YOUR BRAIN. Read a Book ; . yi .. 7 - |
