ARTICLES BY THIS AUTHOR
- 8/11/2021
Don't let the old man in
I recently celebrated another pandemic birthday! Sixty-five was a jolt, 70 a thunderbolt and 75, a time for reflection, more realistic aspirations and Advil prn. Now, 76. - 7/28/2021
The face of mortality
I have never forgotten the cold and insensitive words of my father’s surgeon. I have never forgiven his failure to comfort and counsel when it was most needed. - 7/11/2021
The agony of da feet
In childhood, we are told to walk before we run. I started running at age 36. There was no apparent reason to start running aside from the fact that in the early 80s, it was what people were doing for health and fitness - 6/27/2021
And finally, daylight
It is 6:15 and the morning calm of the lake mirrors the distant pines. The stove-top percolator diffuses the essence of espresso, an early morning jolt necessary for the long drive back to the sweltering city. Vaccination Day: The Sequel, has finally arrived. - 6/9/2021
Headshot
The request came via email from Editor-in-Chief of the Medical Post, Colin Leslie. At first glance, it was a curious ask, “a new headshot,” a term unfamiliar to me until recently. My initial exposure to “headshots” was at a medical cannabis conference a few years earlier. . . and that reminded me of another story. . . . - 5/27/2021
The Old Man and the Lake
Retirement began on Saturday morning in a 16-foot aluminum boat. Coinciding with the Victoria Day long weekend, a traditional harbinger of summer, it also marked opening day for trout fishing on Dickey Lake. It’s been years since I last observed this traditional rite of passage, reserved for those who appreciate the serenity of the lake and the fumes of gasoline. - 5/13/2021
The missing milestones
- 4/29/2021
Calculus of infinitesimals
- 4/22/2021
The inevitable retirement of Dr. Duck
Clarence Nash is not a household name. For 50 years, however, his voice was known to millions around the world. He was a voice actor and the unmistakable voice of Donald Duck. - 4/11/2021
Hauntings
There are stories buried deep within the caverns of our memory, suppressed, selectively compartmentalized but never forgotten. They are deposited in an anamnestic safety deposit box, accessible in times of insecurity or weakness.