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Caduceus at the Crossroads: A Prescription for Medicine
In the weeks leading up to my seventieth birthday, the nights were fraught with recurring, anxiety infused dreams followed by periods of sleeplessness. For suddenly I was old, and the luxury of extended middle years could no longer provide shelter from age’s accumulating reminders. But, the great day passed, sleep
Still Boys
Bozeman was small then. Its dusty main street held eight buildings, counting the farrier and the feed store. Recently, a vacant hardware store had been repurposed as a Patagonia outlet. Within, Peter saw signature fabrics in saffron or violet, and loose fitting but purposeful canvas clothing. So this, he thought,