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
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
To vote is not an act of obedience. You are not compelled to cast a ballot. There are no fines, no imprisonment. It’s an offer extended by the ideas of the nation and the people who value those ideas. Just so you know, I’m one of those people. I hope you are, too. … More Gap Year, Week 42
I confess that counting the weeks has become tedious and tricky. I’ve resorted to asking the Google AI assistant to conduct the enumeration and find myself trusting it, or her, or them, at least as much as a voting machine. Gap year. A journey between clinical medicine (though many would accuse a clinical geneticist of … More Gap Year – Week 41
Scott D. McLean, MD 