Dear old janus-headed Manhattan : giving us both lifesaving 'primitive' fungal slimes AND deadly 'advanced' atomic bombs. No wonder confused boomers were the most healthy and frightened kids ever.
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Monday, July 12, 2010
That lowdown achin' old heart disease
This is the story of a heart disease, a metaphorical heart disease, the worst disease our world has ever seen and - hopefully - will ever see ; but one where the nominal 'patients' ended up healing the doctors.
It is also part of the perennial story of New York City , the battle between the Skyscrapers and the Sidewalkers, as old as the city itself.
It is the story of a medical pariah, a promising doctor who to most of his colleagues seemed to have gone off the rails somewhere and done about the worst thing a medical scientist could ever do, which is to 'go native'.
A doctor who started thinking and acting less like a Disinterested Scientist and more like he was at one with his erstwhile 'clinicial material'...
Much of the climax of this story takes place in north western Harlem, over a small area of about eighty acres.
And like all the best eighty acres, it also had a mule. His name : Martin Henry Dawson.
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