Category Archives: Health and death

“Think continually how many physicians are dead after often fretting over the sick.” I repeat this line from Marcus Aurelius as I chat with an anesthetist prior to a recent up-the-butt adventure trek at the hospital here in Siberia With … Continue reading →

Call me Jobey. I thought the standard, Job, would do the trick, but Kathy suggested Jobey. “It’s snappier, more contemporary.” So, Jobey’s the name — plague is the game. This latest bout of suffering began two weeks ago. I came … Continue reading →

I should be used to it: spinning out of control. I’ve been doing it most of my life. But, no. Much of what little I recall from a now lengthy existence involves spinning of one sort or another: extreme fuzziness, … Continue reading →

“Are you going to be alive when I’m a teenager?” I’m strolling through the supermarket in Siberia With a View, accompanied by my 6-year-old grandson, Banzai. We’re holding hands and the store’s music system is playing So Happy Together, by … Continue reading →