Wednesday night’s Lyme disease get-together was staged (or I should say poorly staged) in the Cronin Auditorium with poor lighting and no lectern or microphone for the speakers.
Sitting midway up in the seats, I myself just barely saw and heard a woman in the dark down by the stage read a litany of Lyme disease horrors concerning her and her family. I heard her voice, but it took a minute or two to locate her in the darkness. Her story, though hard to hear, was all too tragic and compelling and sadly, the story of what Lyme disease is doing to us.
Dr. Sam Telford did his best down there on that stage without a mike and the only light a small glimmer at stage left when he appeared in it every once in a while while pacing back and forth.
The charts and graphs appearing on the screen were lengthy and time-consuming and might have been interesting if they were just printed and handed out.
The life and times of ticks were interesting, but short of wiping out the entire deer population of New England, there seemed to be no other real solution. Or did I miss something?
Dick Greene
Warren Ave.
