Physician, writer, independent thinker, careful listener
I don’t know, I’m just a Ford Transit Trail with some campervan bling, but I thought everything was fine. But no. First of all, I’m alone. Not alone alone. It’s just that my owners have disappeared. Last week, after we got back from our epic 3-month trek to Canada and back, they took everything out … More Has Milton been abandoned?
It was snowing like crap in Jackson Hole. My entire identity as a Ford Transit Trail was at risk as the white fluffy was piling up and making me look like a marshmallow. The overlords, Paula and Scott, had wimped out and decided not to drive to Park City in the middle of the snowstorm … More Milton chooses civil disobedience
Yesterday my unelected dictator, the man who usually drives me – a well-groomed and sprightly 2023 Ford Transit Trail – fell down and got a boo boo. I’m not impressed, and not very sorry. He’s been pushing the envelope – taking me into snow, ice, cold like single digits on the Kelvin scale, and parking … More Milton gets homesick
Hey. Sorry I haven’t been around for a few days. You know how it is when you’re under the weather? Even a 2023 Ford Transit Trail can come down with something. This time it’s the water system. I bet you were thinking the problem would have been the electrical system. I know! Again!!!? That would … More Milton gets a cold
OK, so I’m animated. What? A Transit Trail, animated? Could be I am the epitome of an inanimate object, but that didn’t prevent my drivers from taking this little class B campervan south of the border. Canadian border! Last week we were in Montana. The map gods took us along snowy and winding roads through … More Milton plays a prank
Hello, again My name is Milton. I’m a Ford, specifically a Transit van that has been built out to pretend that my parasitic occupants, Scott and Paula, are “camping.” Really? Camping? What about the Espar heater they have blasting 24/7? And the sink with running water? I showed them with the drain to the sink … More Milton meets his tire chains
Hello. My name is Milton. At least that’s what I think it is, since the two humans that seem to be living inside me keep calling me “Milton.” I think they are parasites. There’s this guy who keeps cursing at my side door when the sliding mechanism does not allow for a perfect closure, and … More Milton – genesis
On January 6, 2024, I retired from medicine and set out to enjoy a year of invention, adventure, and reflection before spinning up another incarnation of myself, Scott Mclean – the writer. One thing I learned in that impostor syndrome loves rebirth. Though I may tempestuously declare that I am a writer, in the still … More Gap Year, Week 52
Infinity is our fate, whether we realize it or not. … More Gap Year, Week 50
I have changed the way I read. I take a semi-sharpened No. 2 pencil to underline choice words and phrases and scrawl comments in margins. Before this year, I would never.
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Now I scrawl. Wantonly. … More Gap Year, Week 47
Scott D. McLean, MD 