It was around the second or third grade, and I was lamenting to my friend Randy Dorr that I hadn’t seen my dad much in the previous week due to travel, and late nights at work. Randy responded that my difficult week was the norm of sorts for him. His father was seemingly always working late.
Dr. Lawrence D. Dorr was an orthopedic surgeon, and a great one. His hours when we were kids were endless, but not in a bad way. George Will comes to mind in thinking about Dorr. When Will published his classic book on baseball, Men at Work, he noted in the introduction that the writing of the book was “not done by a man at work. Nothing that was so much fun should count as work.” Dr. Dorr’s profession similarly lifted him. His hours were seemingly “bad” because he couldn’t get enough of what he did. They were already saying in the 1970s that he was the best in his field, which meant the work had a joyous quality to it. Dorr was doing what he couldn’t not do.
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