Musing of a Contemporary Pathologist

Category Memoir

Go East, not-so-young man, go East …

     In 1837, Horace Greeley (1811-1872), then founder and editor of the fledging literary magazine The New-Yorker (not related to the modern New Yorker, established in 1925 by Harold Ross and his wife, Jane Grant), wrote “Fly, scatter through… Continue Reading →

A great American speech

Saturday, January 7, 2023      Last night, when it was past midnight in Washington D.C., I was privileged to see and hear one of the great American speeches. Most people did not watch since it came so late in… Continue Reading →

Big Bike Man – a short story

This short story was published in the Fall 2021 issue of the literary magazine, Vol. 1 Brooklyn (http://vol1brooklyn.com/?s=Stephen+A.+Geller)   SUNDAY STORIES: “BIG BIKE MAN” OCTOBER 17, 2021 Big Bike Man by Stephen A. Geller Harry’s office door is closed when he’s… Continue Reading →

The best movie ever

What is a blog?NounA regularly updated website or webpage, typically run by an individual or small group, that is written in an informal or conversational style.Verb (blogs, blogging, blogged), as examples:It’s about a week since I last blogged.Patrick blogged about… Continue Reading →

Beethoven, the Conductor

            Beethoven!             The name is immediately recognizable across the world, even by people who have never listened to classical music.             For some, the name will sound in their head as something like: da-da-da-dum.             For others, it will… Continue Reading →

Elizabeth

    When Queen Elizabeth met with the new Prime Minister, Liz Truss, a week ago, on September 6, I remarked to my wife how well the Queen looked, in the brief news clip, as she stepped briskly to the… Continue Reading →

Garbo Revisited

Every now and then the name of Greta Garbo is injected into a conversation (sometimes by me). It is always surprising, and even a little disappointing, to find many people, including some close to my age, who have never seen… Continue Reading →

My Mother’s Violin

In 1994, as I was approaching my 55th birthday, I realized one of my (many) regrets in life was that I never learned to play the violin, an instrument whose music I very much love. I own a violin –… Continue Reading →

A Doctor Who Treats Himself Has a Fool for a Patient

“A Doctor Who Treats Himself Has a Fool for a Patient”William Osler (1848-1919) About four months ago, while showering, I felt a small, soft, movable, dome-shaped lesion on my lower abdomen. After drying off I tried looking at it and… Continue Reading →

Crohn’s, Crohn or will some other name do as well?

What’s in a name?That which we call a roseBy any other nameWould smell as sweet     William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet There was a time when only physicians and medical students knew the name “Crohn.’” Even if you are only… Continue Reading →

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