ceiling fan
HEMPSTEAD
GOLF & COUNTRY
CLUB
August 1995
I managed the country club pool, Dave took care of the adjacent snack bar.
One night, after work, he was
climbing up on a counter to retrieve a small cereal box we had thrown into
the ceiling fan and which had got
stuck up on a pipe. He shoulda ducked. The metal blade caught him above the
ear; he bled a lot. Is it bad?
he asked. You don't need stitches, I said. The skin, a big chunk of it, was
only partly detached, formed a little
flap.