Fall begins in the parking lot outside the diner. If I knew we were going down, I would have had the apple pie for dessert.
Gladys and I drop off first—fall into a sinkhole, a bottomless abyss…
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Saratoga
I dream standing up
Like a horse in a stall
I’ve lost the ability to play guitar..
The Days of the Week in Chernobyl
Monday’s child is fair but weak
Tuesday’s child is full of glow
Wednesday’s child can no longer grow…
ECG Workshop
Match the ECG’s with the proper diagnoses…
Your Tour de France
The tour ends for most, but for some, is just beginning.
Wheel spokes—that never ending cycle.
It should start and end in Paris…
SOAP Notes
(In medical school they teach you how to summarize all medical encounters with
the simple pneumonic, “SOAP.”
Bob’s Blog: Forlorn Frenchie
Smell like Milk Mommy. Sometime at night, hear bark of Milk Mommy but very short. During morning walk hear screech of Chester. Chester keep howling around corner. Still smell Milk Mommy on corner mailbox but Walk Daddy drag Bob away…
Pacemaker
Every heart’s a prison
Visitors come rushing in
Others rush to leave…
Dear Mom
Let’s pretend it’s still the 1970’s and I’m only ten again and I’m going to get up early tomorrow and make you breakfast in bed for Mother’s Day…
Ten Memories from My Year Coaching an Olympic Gymnast
These are the top ten, though there are so many more…