Musing of a Contemporary Pathologist

Thoughts on One More Birthday

Contrary to T.S. Eliot, April is definitely not—at least for me—the cruelest month. To the contrary, April has always meant springtime, sunshine, light rains (“ … April showers bring May flowers …”) and the promise of summer warmth and vacations. My mother was in labor struggling to deliver me for more than two days. Finally, on Wednesday, April 26, 1939, I entered the world weighing almost 9.5 pounds,...

Easter Memories

The New York Times crossword puzzle for Wednesday May 20, 2015 included, as a clue for 23 across: Holiday not widely observed by Quakers. The answer was: Easter. I did not know that about Quakers but I was reminded of one of the reasons to do crossword puzzles: you learn a lot. That puzzle also reminded me why, despite the bunnies and the painted eggs, I am not fond of Easter. The South Brooklyn neighborhood of my...