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In the Broadway musical “Fiddler On The Roof,” the milkman Tevya asks his wife
Golde: “Do you love me?
She hesitates and finally answers: “After 25 years of marriage, I guess I do.”
As the sands from my hourglass rapidly continue to run out, I am constantly reminded
of my boyhood in Sydney, Cape Breton island, Nova Scotia.
Last week my wife Hope and I took a 91 year old cousin to lunch. A beautiful
woman, Eve was full of stories from the distant past, recent past and beyond. She
also had some doozies from the present times as well
For well over 50 years, the departments in many dental schools throughout the USA and Canada have been reluctant to earnestly and honestly teach this important modality of oral surgery to the dental students.
While walking through the lobby of a newly built hotel, I noticed workmen
hovering around a very large chandelier they had just dismantled.
“Installing a new one?” I asked.
“No Sir,” “Just replacing some light bulbs.”
Replacing some light bulbs and they had to take down the entire apparatus to perform
It’s interesting to see how the younger generation communicates in this day and age.
My generation is able to address each other by a technique we learned when we
were knee high to Hector the pup. It’s called talking. With the use of our head and
neck muscles, tongue, lips and power from the brain tissue, we form words that allow us
to speak any language we choose. We can ask, answer and discuss questions, comfort
one another, count, and provide information to our fellow man about any subject at
all. I was able to do this by the time I reached the ripe old age of 2 years old. So could
all of my playmates and relatives. It’s referred to as communicating.
legendary country and western singer and performer Hank Snow, in one of his popular
songs, sang the following lyrics; “ There are friends who will want you, but just for a day,” “There are pals you think true, but they’ll cast you away.”
Elaine Sacks was none of the above. She was the real deal, a friend for a lifetime. Her life was not long and we lost her a short time ago. Her passing left all those who knew her shocked, devastated and lost for words. Everyone kept asking the inevitable question as to why, but never receiving an answer. And never will.
Several months ago, like a good and obedient little alter boy, I went religiously to my
G.P.s office, bared my left deltoid muscle, and braced myself for the nasty injection.
Zip, Bang! Done. Didn’t hurt a bit. So far, so good.
For a considerable amount of time I have been aware of some very disturbing
activities with respect to prescription writing by dentists in Ontario. Numerous
written orders are being prepared and dispensed by pharmacists for Amoxicillin
in the 500mgs. dosages
Pilot Officer Tommy Marshall, RCAF, my uncle, left us 72 years ago. He died
December 27/1942, the result of a fatal plane crash that took his life and the
life of his student passenger. Tommy was a pilot instructor stationed at Trenton
Air Force Base in Ontario during World War II. His assignment was to teach new
pilot recruits the basics of flying and after two weeks of intense training, they were
shipped overseas into combat duty. (See Picture #1)
I ’m not fussy about TV at the best of times. I don’t watch it except on occasion when I can be assured of a good documentary or a history review. Most of the so called soap operas or reality shows are atrocious and some of the language engaged in as dialogue, would make individuals who lived in Sodom and Gomorra blush with embarrassment.dr
The other day I dutifully reported to my medical GP’s office for my annual physical examination. After much pushing, prodding, listening and observing every portion of my anatomical frame and beyond, inside and out, he pronounced me safe and sound and in good health. He advised me however, that in order to complete the examination, it was essential for me to be subjected to another trauma. This included several blood tests as well as a PSA test. The PSA test would determine the status of my prostate gland, that small walnut sized organ hidden deep within my anatomical essence.
Last week, I came down with one of the worst colds I have ever experienced. Knocked me for a loop! Nausea, muscle aches and pains, dizzy spells and as weak as a newborn lamb. I had to cancel and reschedule several appointments with patients and as a result, ever ything was completely discombobulated. A real mess.