Lewis and Clark

Lewis and Clark.

They were the ultimate men. I’ll tell you what… if I could do it all over again I would be one of those guys. Hopefully, I would be the one with the manliest mustache. And teeth. I would definitely prefer to have all my teeth. And be saying witty things and acting extremely cool and never getting lost and never getting punched in the eye. Because nobody ever messed with Lewis or with Clark, ultimate manly men that they were. Ironically, I was punched in my eye in a bar called Lewis’. I do not recall what things I had done to deserve that, but I’m pretty sure being witty and acting cool were not among them. I was knocked right out of the bar, western style, and onto the sidewalk. I lost a tooth. I have no idea how getting punched in the eye can make you lose a tooth. It all happened so quickly, he probably hit me twice for all I know. I must have been acting like an idiot. Very unlike Lewis and Clark.

Get Lost.

Years ago, I got a ride down to Cape Cod to spend the weekend with some friends. I was dropped off in front of this loud party around midnight, and my ride left. But I was wrong about the directions. I walked into this house and I didn’t recognize anybody. And this was way before cellphones, so I was stranded with a bunch of rough characters who were saying things like “who thuh heller you” and giving me sideways glances. They were from Dorchester, which has breeding characteristics not unlike the dungeons of Mordor. But still, things went fairly well I suppose until I was given a shot of Wild Turkey and then grabbed the wrong beer to wash it down. It was a half-filled, and apparently had been used all night as an ashtray. Immediately, and as politely as I could, I projectile-vomited on their living room rug. I don’t want to talk about the rest of the night, ok? I left the next day in a hurry. If only I had been either Lewis or Clark, I would never have been lost. Nor would I have hurled on their rug.
But I’m not Lewis and I’m not Clark. And so once in awhile I get lost and once in awhile I get a black eye. And to tell you the truth, Lewis and Clark may have been the ultimate manly explorers but they could have used a bar or two of Irish Spring if you know what I mean. So I’m okay I guess. And besides, at Eastern Diagnostic Imaging, we can give you and your customers some direction, which is almost the same as not getting lost.
At EDI we have the technical expertise and after-sale support for all your radiographic equipment needs. We consistently provide the best refurbished x-ray equipment in the marketplace. We have many years of experience, and we have the best and most cost-effective solutions for your customers. At EDI we stand behind our equipment and our dealers. Our goal is customer satisfaction. We believe that by doing our job well, we will make your job easier.
So don’t get lost. Give us a call. When you choose EDI, you’ll never have to worry about getting a black eye.
Oh and… one more piece of advice. Hold onto your beer.