I don’t remember how. I don’t remember where I got the idea. I only remember the why. When I was 10 and my grandfather was turning 65, heading into retirement after a lifetime of orphanages, foster homes, depression and recession, war and...

In some previous posts going back nearly 4 years I mentioned my father’s jewelry store in the heart of Chicago’s downtown jewelry district. I talked about his customers, in particular, gypsies who would frequent the store with cash and a...

It was a Tuesday afternoon at Walter Reed Army Medical Center when I was called to see a patient in the Internal Medicine Clinic (IMC) for a fine needle aspiration (FNA) of a palpable neck mass. It was one of the days when Pathology ran a FNA...

I don’t know why or what caused me to get out my laptop and put pen to paper on this, it has been going on for so long, it is getting harder to remember “how it used to be”. It has been going on for so long that The Economist had a piece...

“In the end, it’s not the years in your life that count. It’s the life in your years.” – Abraham Lincoln Late last year a cousin of mine passed away unexpectedly. Tom was a few years older than me, finishing college at Northwestern...

My grandparents moved to South Florida this month 40 years ago. They are of course both long gone, taking that last one way trip to Chicago with no return. It would have perhaps made for an even better story if I told you that they left after...