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Farewell Brunch Steve, one of our attending doctors at our department invited me to a Sunday brunch in June 1983, one month before my leaving the U.S. He was the youngest attending, just 5 years after his residency. He was a very energetic guy, loved to tell jokes and yet was a little bit sentimental, too. He hugged me with tears in his eyes when I returned to work after a 2-week hospitalization from injuries caused by a traffic accident in January 1983. We rendez-voused at a restaurant on the Upper West Side of Manhattan
around 11 am on a Sunday. The restaurant was located on the first floor
of an old building, but although was old, the restaurant was renovated
very artistically. The Upper West Side was the next most popular area
among young people following Greenwich Village in those days. Sunday brunch
usually was accompanied by a glass of Champagne. Steve started to talk
about when his car was stolen during his residency, while sipping Champagne.
It seemed that besides loosing his car, his case report which was left
in the car, had also After one-hour of harmless conversation, he became a little bit serious
and said “I’m going to start a private practice in Manhattan as a family
physician. I know it doesn’t pay much in Manhattan. Everyone wants to
be seen by a specialist here. But I want challenge myself. Tomoyuki, you
will start a new family medicine department in Osaka, won’t you? Let’s
do our best in our challenge.” Dr. Kido's office
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