Dear Sir, Normally it is considered poor form to expose yourself to every female who walks by.  But in recent news of Mr. Weiner from the NY race I have to wonder, maybe there really is no such thing as bad publicity.  Sir, you have given me something to think about.  But now that I thought about it, please put it away.  Your medical chart states you are here for an ankle sprain.
Thank you.
Yes, readers.  It is that kind of week

Thanks Dad for the James Cagney bio written in 1975 and the collected letters of Ernest Hemmingway...great reading.  For those of us old enough to still have a shoebox full of old letters, nothing beats a hand written letter.  How will people remember old habits, hobbies, loves when they are collected in email, instant messages, texts, tweets? 

So today I received the finished works of the students in the Medical Humanities class that I had the joy of teaching one seminar in...what great writing.  I am confident in the future of medicine.  In these collections of essays and poems is more heart and soul than I have read in a while.  The ability to reflect on oneself, one's limitations, one's dreams, and the humanity in all of us...it is powerful.  And then, in the midst of the manic pace of the ER, or the OR, or the ICU... the student can laugh at themselves.  At their fear of the  looming laundry basket, at their love of summer of Wisconsin, at their wish for sleep, at their wish to do better, at getting caught sneaking a snack in the OR.  Medicine is a beautiful, terrible, saddening, maddening, joyful thing.   I am