On my blessed walk to my office at my new job this week, I noticed that I would have to pass a library every day. This particular library was dedicated to one of the most esteemed neurologist and neuroscientist there, Dr Wallace Tourtellotte. I thought to myself, “Who on earth could that be with a name like that and with every doctoral known to man? “Today, on my downtime, instead of Facebooking, I decided to find out. I mean I am an Aquarius. We research EVERYTHING! Nothing gets by us!
What better way to see who this man is than to mosey around in the book repository named for him. Surely, I thought, they would have some type of history on who he was. I thought wrong…sorta. All of the books in this library were under lock and key! What-Sam-Hill-In-The-Valley is going on here? Who locks up library books or any book for that matter? My mind is an umbrella; it only works when opened just like books. Hmmm……as I scratch my dimpled chin with finely manicured hands. *speaking of which, I’m in need of a manicure* Anywho, I couldn’t help but to stare at the portrait of him on the wall. The portrait had to have been painted long before the invention of stilettos. I wondered how he became to be of such greatness that there is a room that bears his name. I thought, “This picture is old as hell so I know buddy aint on earth anymore. Rest in peace Mr. Man with all of the D’s in his title.” I smiled. I love greatness.
Curiosity got the best of me. I still couldn’t help but to wonder who this man was. I pull up my trusty friend Mr. GOOGLE. His ass knows everything and everybody. I began to type in the search engine T-O-U-R-T-E-L-L-O-T-T-E…enter. As the picture pops up the damn library door opens. Wtf? Who has the code to come in here to damn disturb me? Before I turn completely around to see the trespasser, I hear a voice that says,”Don’t get up. It’s no one of importance.” I agreed to stay seated….as if THIS Diva was gonna stand up anyway. I joked around, “Fine. I shall do as I’m told,” He says, “Great. At least for now that’s good.” He chuckled hard as hell. I decided to turn around to see who is chuckling like Old Saint Nick. My eyes rested upon this very mature gentleman. In my mind he had to be about 110 years old. How the hell is he still moving around? He says, “My, aren’t you just a sight for sore eyes. Hi there you pretty lil thing you.” Now yall know I normally woulda cut a damn fool for anyone calling me a thing but since the word was preceded with ‘pretty’, I decided to let him slide just this once. *smiles* I thanked him. For some reason I felt the sense of greatness surround me so I decided to stand. He told me I didn’t have to go but I insisted. I wanted to go and research my man Dr Tourtellotte in peace. Besides, I would give this poor man a heart-attack if I stayed and flirted with him. “I must get back to work now”, I told him. He didn’t recognize me. I thought it was because his poor lil sight was leaving him because surely everyone knows me. LMAO I introduced myself. He extended his hand to me and as I took it, a magnetic force generated from my hands to my elbow. “Well I’m Wallace Tourlette, So pleased to meet you.” My jaw dropped Honeys! Literally and that’s a lot with these lips of mine. I looked over at the computer screen with his face on it still. I looked up at the portrait that bore his name and I let out a Diva-ish squeal.
“Oh my! Is that you on the wall?” “That old thing? Ah fooey!”, he says, “That’s not even my good side.” I was so astounded! Now yall know my ass is dramatic. My eyes grew extra large and my lips became extra bubbly. “Well I’ll be damned. I was just about to research you.” “No need”, he says, “I am still alive. This is like my second office.” “So you come here to let it all out?” “Yep!” “Well they need to keep your office clean at all times then damnit! How dare they!” I began moving chairs out of his way and immediately became disgruntled at the untidiness of the place. I mean he’s like 100 years old. He can’t be tripping and falling and such. I dusted off his little table and everything. I was so happy cuz yall know my ass won’t even dust my own table, let alone some dude I just met.
“Oh my! Is that you on the wall?” “That old thing? Ah fooey!”, he says, “That’s not even my good side.” I was so astounded! Now yall know my ass is dramatic. My eyes grew extra large and my lips became extra bubbly. “Well I’ll be damned. I was just about to research you.” “No need”, he says, “I am still alive. This is like my second office.” “So you come here to let it all out?” “Yep!” “Well they need to keep your office clean at all times then damnit! How dare they!” I began moving chairs out of his way and immediately became disgruntled at the untidiness of the place. I mean he’s like 100 years old. He can’t be tripping and falling and such. I dusted off his little table and everything. I was so happy cuz yall know my ass won’t even dust my own table, let alone some dude I just met. Dr. Tourtellotte has dedicated over 60 years of his life to brain research. He has a Ph.D, M.D. and all the other D’s behind his name. Man that is some real dedication to healthcare. He IS a radiologist, neuroscientist, neurologist and author of at least six books! Lawd hammurcy on my lil o’ pretty soul. He’s been doing this since before my mama was born! That means I wasn’t even (yes I’m aware of the double negative) thought about yet! Yeah I know you are prolly thinking, “Ok bish. Why are YOU so excited over something so little?” WRONG! This is NOT little. I love legacies, especially one I get to witness. And the little things inspire me and make me most happiest than the suspected joys of the big things. All that time I thought the old guy had kicked the bucket. His honorable butt is still around kicking buckets. Doesn’t that just beat all?! I am literally beaming. I guess TPTB wanted me to see for myself that to assume is just that---made an ASS outta ME! What a great way to start the weekendJ
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The Pretty Lil Thing of a Cat’s Meow
