My! My! Time Flies! I think I’ve mentioned before that until I was in college, there was no television on the hospital wards. Radios... Read More I Feel So Happy, I Could Cakewalk Into Town If memory serves, I left off last week while I was trying to breathe after the second piece of moleskin... Read More Straighten Up and Fly Right As I understand the situation, and I could very well be wrong—although my wife has gone on record that on... Read More Number Nine, Number Nine, Number Nine One of the things I used to try to avoid, if at all possible, was being admitted to the hospital... Read More Stuck in the Middle Again Last night I was looking through an issue of The New Yorker from February 1956. I came across an advertisement... Read More Every Day It’s a-Getting Closer… For the past two or three weeks my blog entries, which were scheduled for Monday mornings, have appeared a bit... Read More Splish, Splash, I Was Taking a Bath I mentioned the other day that it was unwise to play practical jokes on, or otherwise incur the wrath of... Read More I Can See by Your Outfit That You Are a Cowboy One of the benefits of going to a large teaching hospital in the 1950s was that no matter what was... Read More And Then It Begins... I am old enough to remember the old, nondisposable hypodermic needles. From my early childhood until right around eighth or... Read More I See Your True Colors One day when I was in second or third grade, one of the girls got up for Show and Tell... Read More You Don't Know Me, But … Once, when I was nine or 10 years old, the swimming instructor rowed us out to the raft about 150... Read More
