June 2011
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A Father's Day Memory
My father was never more alive than he was when we were on a farm in Michigan. I had gone with him on a trip to visit one of his patients there a couple years before he died. It was a long way for a house-call.
I had seen her in the hospital before we went. She had an angelic face, warm brown eyes and short brown hair, that I only realized later was a wig. Her handsome, young husband was...
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Asking the Ask.com CEO about the Internets #meta →
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My HuffPo piece →
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