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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...

I am not sure how or why this happens. A name, place or thing jogs my memory of person, event or experience. This time it's a person I haven’t thought about for perhaps 35 years. And the last time I saw him I was selling pens to collect money...

This past March, as in years past, the United States and Canadian Academy of Pathology (USCAP) held its annual meeting in the beautiful city of Vancouver. I think this was my third USCAP in Vancouver and at least 20th  USCAP meeting in the...

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...