Sometimes you land in clover. Other times in dog shit.Hanging on by just a thread. “Zed’s dead, baby. Zed’s dead.”A thinly masked warning on the dangers of tobacco.Bad lies abound in Baltimore.This one is buried inUS Open rough.Off the unbeaten path.“Tommy can you see me?”“Serenity now.” Photo shared by my friend JS, just prior to him being chased by a cocaine bear and jumping into the creek to escape.Turf field at Harvard University. Photo taken by my friend JS, just prior to him running wind sprints and then puking.
Much of my career in radiology has been spent studying, with great fascination, the internal mechanisms of the human body. This blog is an effort to expand that view to the outside world and also to map my own experiences engaging with it.
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