“And here’s where the slop from the operating room went,” says Rosemary, as she lifts up the lid from a counter in a small pantry which now used for storage. I have visions of guts and gore plopping into slop buckets below. I’m visiting Rosemary Guyette and Dick Pothier at their home on Sycamore Street. […]
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