I was home last weekend - although lately, I've thought of Asheboro less and less as "home". The YaYas bought tickets to see the Harry Potter grand finale (see it in 3D), and we had a fine time watching good witches and wizards vanquish the bad.
J.K.Rowling's story is nothing if not about how ordinary people "sort" in the face of corruption and evil in their midst . . . how some rise to the occasion while others sell themselves short - and out. It's packed with very good lessons for children to absorb/digest, and Ms. Rowling earned her kabillion dollars/pounds.
After the movie, someone commented to me that when it came to medicine (and law/journalism) in Asheboro, there were a lot of parallels between my experience and Harry's . . .
. . . except I had no Dumbledore - nor Snape (Alan Rickman deserves an Oscar nod) - to watch over me, advise me or protect me.
Make no mistake, Asheboro, North Carolina is well-stocked with snakes and Voldemorts who prey on the young, the weak, the sick, the apathetic, the ignorant and the just plain stupid.
I am the doctor who lived . . . despite everynastything Bob Morrison and Steven Eblin threw at me.
And that's an accomplishment in and of itself.
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vanquish the bad.....do that in Asheboro and you'd wipe out almost all of the local government and business community.
Indeed. That whole crowd is a regular ministry of dark magic.
I was amused this morning when, while on StatCounter, I noted that one of the Google searches that brought a reader to Housecalls was "people who hate Asheboro".
It's more complicated, of course. Love and hate are flip sides of the same coin.
It takes great treachery and/or betrayal to flip that coin.
I do take some comfort in that word is getting out on this town . . . one hit at a time . . . and perhaps I've already spared someone else (maybe even another homegirl or boy) what I endured.
"Forewarned, forearmed . . . burnt children dread the fire."
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