Was the Freighthouse ever the site of a desperate amputation? Possibly...The tale of an ordinary immigrant from Czechoslovakia (Bohemia then) who seeks a better future in late 19th-century Ypsilanti.
Also, tangents on the reluctant American acceptance of antisepsis and the higglety-pigglety structure of onetime local public welfare programs. Plus related Mystery Artifact.
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