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[ad_1] Waiting with other couples outside City Hall to get marriedLove and MarriageThree things have me thinking about love and marriage this week: a few tough conversations with my wife Kerrie, the recent second marriage of a close colleague, and the death of a...

[ad_1]   Original artwork by my friend Deb, in honor of Pierre, myself, and our work at the Leading Edge Clinic PROLOGUE After working in the Emergency Department (ED) for more than fourteen years, I cannot count the number of abdominal pains, chest pains, broken...

[ad_1] PAST I had pecked girls on the cheek when I was still in elementary school, but the first time I really kissed a girl, I was in eighth grade. I was attending RHAM Junior High School in rural Amston, CT where we lived on an oil and stone road, between woods and...

[ad_1] PASTThose of you who have read my Substack since the beginning, may recall the story about me poking a stick in the yellow jackets nest. There were other more benign, but related events of me probing and testing the world and its inhabitants. In fact, there are...

[ad_1] PASTLegos were my thing for a long time. Wooden blocks, Lincoln Logs, and Erector Set, we had those too, but Legos kept me coming back for more. The Legos I played with were a mish mash of accumulated sets, with many multicolored and interchangeable parts. They...

[ad_1] Majestic Baobab TreesPASTWhen I was in seventh grade, we moved to the sticks. Our home was across the road from a state game preserve, which was literally swamplands. We had no cable, and the primary source of heat was a big woodstove to which I dedicated many...

[ad_1] HISTORYThe Young Men’s Christian Association or YMCA was an important part of my upbringing. There were intramural basketball teams, day camps in the summertime, and the Indian Guides. Before today, I never gave too much thought to the history of the Indian...

[ad_1] PASTIn 1976 my dad bought a meter maid scooter at the West Hartford, CT town auction. It was a 1969 Vespa with a 150cc engine. The Vespa was made in Italy, and derives its name from the shape of its body which resembles a wasp. The West Hartford Police had...

[ad_1] HistoryI had at least four fathers. My biological father, my stepfather, my paternal grandfather, and the father of my best friend in high school. Only the last of these is still alive. One thing which each of them had in common was a facility with explanations...