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Publishing, Parachuting, and Three Lincolns
In the early 1990s, I was the best man for my brother’s wedding. For his bachelor party, we didn’t want to do anything immoral, so we decided to try something dangerous, instead: parachuting. My wife made me promise never to do it again. There would be three commands: get out, get all the way out…
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The Promise and the Lawsuit, Part One
I had promised myself I wouldn’t quit. If I ever got sued in my medical career, regardless of whether I did something wrong or not, I would not quit. Then, one day, a green and white envelope appeared on my desk—certified mail—with a label printed thick and dark: Letter of Intent to Sue
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After the Cone
After the Cone The Haunted Doctor TAT – Entry 2 Some marathons, like life, are remarkably simple in design: essentially flat; no major turns; straight […]
