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To the Editor:—
As a reader of your lusty journal, I discovered that lately a retired physician died of a heart attack; not unusual, to be sure, but his obituary reads, "for many years a county corner." "No doubt he lived an open and sunny life," said a colleague. This tasteless effort at jest brought to memory my schoolboy hero, Jimmy Wilson.Jimmy enjoyed a large career as a post office step. On graduating from high school, he established riparian rights to the southern exposure of the more western step. He arrived at work regularly at 10 AM, and spent the day smoking Sweet Caporal cigarettes, occasionally exchanging for the more luxurious Melachrino. Jimmy was the original girl-watcher of the community, and although the Protestants damned him for a moral degenerate, and the Catholics for a heretic, he served a useful purpose as a model for degeneracy, sloth, and general
Liddle GG. The County Corner and The Post Office Step. JAMA. 1966;196(7):667. doi:10.1001/jama.1966.03100200107043