The Chronicles of Memphis, cont'd

We have returned from a highly successful family camping trip to the Blue Ridge Mountains wherein we hiked, kayaked, and rode our bicycles 17 miles down an old railroad bed.  What fun!  Each night we played spades, brought out the guitars and sang, and ate great camp food.  More recently I have had the pleasure of putting my youngest in high school.  He had his first day and survived.  It was a bit harder on me than I expected . . .

But the blog lives on, so please send stories from your early days in medicine.  Failing that, I will have to invent stories with unreasonable titles involving tonics for female weakness, the absence of goiters in present day Tennessee, or even a prescription for curing cachexy and grocer's itch.