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Posted by Howard Fein on Tue Mar 25 13:38:08 2008, in response to Re: R.I.P.Murray Fein 1919-2008, posted by RonInBayside on Mon Mar 17 13:24:30 2008. Don't take this the wrong way, but my Dad came to HATE doctors through the years in his profession- at least he was always griping about them. Physicians and pharmacists seem to have a natural adverserial relationship, yet need each other in order to practice their crafts.I remember Schering dealing with mostly cold remedies. The names Coricidin, Garimycin and Streptomycin- if I'm spelling them right- were frequently uttered in phone conversations. They weren't available over the counter until Schering went public back in the eighties or nineties. I recall my Dad's territory was mostly Manhattan: Columbia-Presbyterian a/k/a "Presby", Saint Vincent's, Mount Sinai a/k/a "Mount Sinus", and the huge morass of hospitals in the extreme East 60s- including Sloan-Kettering, where he passed. He probably hated the thought of having to be a hospital inpatient even more than non-pharmacists would. As a detail man- don't EVER refer to them as sales reps- he'd get a company car for business and personal use every few years. Through the sixties and into the seventies it was Chevy Bel-Air or Plymouth Fury station wagons- the back compartment necessary for hauling samples. When the energy crisis hit, we were downgraded to a Chevy Nova sedan, which was not very comfortable for a man of 6'3". By his 1984 retirement, there was a slight upgrade to a Malibu. The biggest benefit was when my Dad regularly dealt with a doctor who moonlit as the Knicks' team physician. This meant free tickets to Knicks, Rangers, wrestling, Ice Capades and the circus in both the old Garden at 8th & 49th and the current one. He won several Best Salesman awards, which usually meant a large pewter mug with the company insignia, and a less lucrative sales territory. Like most salesmen of the era, he smoked heavily for many years but gave it up cold turkey at age 55 without regard to the hardship it would cause him- and his family. Most nights at dinner usually brought a tirade about doctors, nurses or traffic. In our basement, garage and underneath any table could be found piles and piles of boxes of the aforementioned narcotics. In later years, he was thankful to be out of the profession before the era of cell phones, GPS monitoring and having to record all your activities on laptops. My Mom would always type his reports for him on the dining room table. He had an office in the basement where he'd sit, cuss and do endless paperwork. And as a career salesman, he had no end of dirty jokes and political opinions. It's doubtful he was aware of the recent events that led to our state's change in governorship. But he would have had an absolute field day! |
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