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The next story lacks almost all the elements of the previous Great White Hunter sagas. It takes place well after the Golden Era—occurring as late as 1999, did not involve a hunter who was even remotely great or famous, and … Continue reading →

Here, I will abbreviate the next twenty years of my life to tell you succinctly why I stopped being a neurosurgeon, and, instead, took up writing novels as both an avocation and a vocation.                 I left the navy in … Continue reading →

When I walked in the door of the Portsmouth Naval Regional Hospital in 1976, I became—as my family said—a real doctor for the first time. The uniform of the day was dress blues because there was some celebration or other … Continue reading →

As my tour of duty as a general surgeon was drawing to a close, several important things happened. In the same week, the chief nurse in surgery and my now good friend and favorite patient–Marlene–presented in my office with masses … Continue reading →

It was wartime when our little family drove to the base on the California coast. The general tenor of the times was serious, and the responsibilities of the doctors—fresh out of residency or not—were important. It was evident everywhere; the … Continue reading →

Much of my second year of general surgery training was spent at the Minneapolis VA Hospital. It was a bread and butter, common kinds of surgery, place. There was a great deal of work; so, the idea of stealing cases … Continue reading →

The next year was more of the same old thing: stealing cases, fibbing about my experience to get to do things, and otherwise being a good boy; so, the possessors of cases would share. My responsibilities and ability to be … Continue reading →