It won’t surprise you to learn that Doc doesn’t have a degree. He never told me how he earned his nickname. He did tell me that he was in the big one (World War II), but that the hole on the left side of his forehead was the result of a wound he’d gotten when he saved three women from being raped.

I never knew how long Doc had been drinking except it had been a long time. In the wintertime he and his buddies would keep warm by the steam radiator just inside the front door of the courthouse. One morning it was obvious that Doc didn’t need money for a drink, because his bottle was almost full. I asked him if I could take his picture. It was fine with him so long as we didn’t make a public spectacle of him. That’s we why went to the men’s restroom where I took this photograph.
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