dilly dilly!

No, I’m not tapping into Bud Light’s silly theme of a few years ago (1).  A few weeks back, when the notion to write this just started, Mother Nature was easing along into the Michigan  growing season.  A trip to the Farmers’ Market found mostly prepared products but very little actual fresh produce.  Michigan moves slowly, even in June,Continue reading “dilly dilly!”

milk, milk, lemonade…

Now all of you who just completed that phrase, raise your naughty little hands!  No, this isn’t a treatise on childhood snigger porn – good one for later – but results of my cost analysis of making that classic summer refresher.  My motivation was my rediscovery of the Arnold Palmer drink as part of my continuingContinue reading “milk, milk, lemonade…”

quad?

George Carlin never got to be as old as I am now, dying at 71 on June 22, 2007, in Santa Monica.  His twisted, if amazingly logical, humor shaped much of my youthful thinking.  I never expected that wisdom to be enduring, but much of what he talked about rings true today.  During COVID, especially, I found comfortContinue reading “quad?”

A shot for flu? No thank you!

Among the many things COVID has taught us is that we should be wary of those insisting we be jabbed with something foreign to protect us and others.  Turns out the vaxx didn’t protect against infection or slow its spread, and oh those side effects!  Peter McCullough, one of the heroes in bringing reason to our fightContinue reading “A shot for flu? No thank you!”

what did you do at the U, Daddy?

A dear friend and double classmate of mine (VHS, UofM), Darai, got to asking me about my medical career. We were discussing our dear old teacher and coach who had just turned 90.  I had helped orchestrate a campaign to get him cards and letters for his birthday.  I mentioned that for a teacher, hearing from old studentsContinue reading “what did you do at the U, Daddy?”

stroke: room for improvement?

Come next month, I’ll have not seen a patient for 5 years.  But those questions coming in from friends and relatives can still jog this old medical brain.  A couple weeks back, Ron, who’s a distant cousin, good friend, and husband of much missed Barb (1), a nurse who used to field most of his medical queries,Continue reading “stroke: room for improvement?”