A Happy Healthy New Year; or, Cowboy Diplomacy in the Doctor’s Office

Medical tools from the Civil War

There is something to be said for a high-deductible health care plan: This year, thanks to a likely financial crunch in my chosen field, I will certainly be reviewing my health expenditures carefully. No more mammograms willy-nilly–squishing boobs for fun has gone the way of tinkering with stocks. No longer will I drop . . . → Read More: A Happy Healthy New Year; or, Cowboy Diplomacy in the Doctor’s Office

I’m Dreaming of a Clint Christmas

I asked him what his favorite western pulp novel was. (Brave, I admit–Clint Eastwood does not have a lot of time to make nice with visitors to his California ranch.)

In reply he did that squinty Clint thing (my heart simultaneously leaped and quailed–giving me heartburn later on in the day).

You know, I persisted, like Luke Short or Ernest Haycox? . . . → Read More: I’m Dreaming of a Clint Christmas

Riding into the Sunset; or, for Mark Ferguson, 1959-2008

There is something about the cowboy-riding-into-the-sunset image that is alluring. Countless movies end with the viewer/camera watching the swaying back of the horseback cowboy heading off into the glow of the setting sun, and a google image search will reveal kitsch and parody–it’s so cliché people don’t know what to do with a cowboy and a sunset anymore . . . → Read More: Riding into the Sunset; or, for Mark Ferguson, 1959-2008