Mikkelus M. Vagus

       

Semi-Retired Doctor, Farmer, Dreamer

Mikkelus seems a quiet. middle-aged man, easily overlooked in a crowd. Hours of working in the organic garden has left his short-cropped hair bleached by the sun and given him a deep permanent tan. Time, too, has begun to etch lines in his features, making it hard to guess his age. When he smiles or laughs, which is often when he's talking to people in his office or delivering fresh organic vegetables around town, the laugh lines around his eyes and mouth seem to melt away the years.

His passport, issued in Switzerland, lists his date of birth as 21 September 1958, though in unguarded moments he seems either much older or much younger. The oldest medical degree hanging on his wall, conferred by Universität Ulm in 1982, is flanked by additional degrees in numerous languages denoting specializations, licensure in additional countries, or perhaps his inability to have yet found a university anywhere on the European continent that prints diplomas in English.

By most appearances, Mikkelus favors functional and comfortable over fashionable in his personal life: coveralls or his pinstripe jacket over a stylish Armani suit, an old Volvo 240 station wagon over a BMW, and his farmhouse that serves as office and living space over a mansion. Somehow, nobody has been able to impress upon him that doctors deserve to flaunt the best of everything. Still, he can be seen on occasion driving an Airstream Interstate or triking on his T-Rex trike, proof  that although he may not charge enough to indulge in constant ostentatious displays of wealth, he can still get a few nice toys.

One could well argue that Mikkelus prefers functional at work as well. Little about the outward appearance of his clinic in Richfield suggests that it is anything but a farmhouse. Inside, the clinic more resembles a house than a medical treatment facility: two out-patient treatment room on the main floor and four rooms set up for in-patient care in the extension very much resemble the bedrooms they once were. Indeed, with the absence of anything that might be immediately recognized as medical equipment, the comfortable rooms in the clinic could easily be mistaken for guest rooms at a bed-and-breakfast. Until, of course, the portable scanners and medical healing lasers come out.


    
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