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Growing up in the Chicago suburbs, many of the kids in our neighborhood had pet snakes. It seems we use to collect baseball cards and coins and rocks and fossils and beer cans and pretty much anything else you can find enough of to stick on a...

Originally published in 2016 about an experience 16 years old when I posted this then. In my first year as a pathology attending, our pathology department offered a fine needle aspiration (FNA) service for subcutaneous lumps and bumps that...

Over the Summer, before a Breast Cancer Tumor Board meeting, the oncologists, radiation oncologists, surgeons and I were discussing “What if?” “What if you weren’t a surgical pathologist or a surgeon?” the radiation oncologist asked...

This is a continuation from Mr. Sims and the Summer of ’95 – Part 1. On Thursday, July 13, 1995 the high temperature at O’Hare Airport was 104 degrees. Mayor Daley was quoted as saying “It’s hot. It’s very hot. Yesterday we broke...

This past few weeks of "Feels like 102 degree temps" brings me back to this story published 3 years ago about events 20 years prior to that. Mr. Sims appeared in front of Judge O’Callahan in a Cook County Circuit Court in Chicago off of...

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...