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
Infinity is our fate, whether we realize it or not. … More Gap Year, Week 50
Don’t know exactly what’s going to happen? Good. A little scared? Good. Does the possibility of failure exceed single digits? Even better. … More Gap Year – Week 44
Welcome or welcome back to my travels between respectability and susceptibility. Less than three months ago I was an employed clinical geneticist. Now I’m the retiree ordering a cappuccino in the forenoon. This month my plans have been to focus on nonfiction, including medicine, but I have not been especially efficient. We took a week … More Gap Year -> Week Eleven
Scott D. McLean, MD 