Osler's Razor

Sure, we make fun of Razorite Christine sometimes here, but we are glad she is aboard! Her haiku last Friday was compelling and sad:

Saturday's big dance
Will I be a wallflower
I hope not. One day...

Autumn equinox
A dance I never went to
except in my dreams

Will someone ask me?
Silent whispers throughout school
Hopes dashed, yet again

I was such a geek
Someone asked, How was the dance?
Just like sugar plums.


Now, I remember Christine from high school, and she was quite a person-- a great athlete, fun, and a student leader. She was one of those lifeguards that younger guys (like me) would look up at as if they were some kind of goddess. Sure, some of her dates involved a satanic altar, but that was pretty common in Grosse Pointe in the 70's.

After high school, though, her life took some strange turns. She applied to and was accepted at Miami. She traveled happily to Miami, Florida where should could not only continue her studies, but her role as a lifeguard. However, upon showing up at the school, she was told that she had never applied to that institution, and that she must have mistakenly applied to Miami of Ohio. Turning north, she raced to the Dayton Metropolitan Area, only to be told that she was not enrolled there, and after some research the registrar told her that she was admitted to Miami University (Delaware).

Once in Delaware, Christine was able to enter the strange and confusing world of corporate operations, and after finishing her degree she took employment with E.F. Hutton. Initially, she had an entry-level job as a purser on the Hutton cruise ship, but worked her way up through a series of other jobs (Deputy chief purser, lifeguard, head lifeguard, spokesmodel, chief technology officer, VP for perks, and finally was made the CEO of what had become (through mergers) EF Hutton/Allstate/Fuddruckers, When H/A/F was later acquired by Bridgestone Tires, she stepped out of the corporate world and decamped to tranquil Cletusville, North Carolina. There she remains today.