The other day I was at a funeral at the Church of St. Monica in Berwyn (what a magnificent church!), waiting in line to greet the widow and her sons. The line was not moving, so the folks around me were making small talk.
They hit pay dirt when one fellow remarked that six weeks ago he had undergone knee-replacement surgery. Well, it turns out the man next to him had undergone the same procedure a year ago. They compared their experiences in detail: their pain level, their medications, their range of motion, their surgeons, where they had their procedures, where they did their physical therapy, whether their golf game had suffered.
The woman in front of me joined in: she recognized the name of one of the surgeons they mentioned and said her husband is considering going to him. Advice flowed forth.
In some circles, it seems, arthroplasty is replacing the weather as an ice-breaker.
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