They talked but no one listened
By Carl Dow
It was a private dinner for four. A doctor, an architect, a machinist, and me.
We had worked our way through the appetizer and were into the main course.
The doctor, a specialist in psychiatry, held her end of the table.
“I really shouldn’t be saying this. Confidentiality and all that. But since you don’t know him, and I’m certain, will never meet him, I feel I can speak openly without actually breaking our privacy code. Continue “The Silence of Sounds”