Heilige Scheiße

Just the other day I got the shock of my life (or at least of my formative years given that birth and Vitamin K shots are more than disquieting). At 7:30 I received an interview to my number 2 residency program in Boston! Wahoo! This was after having to schedule a flight to interview in the only two states never to ratify the 18th Amendment (Prohibition), the home state of the oldest African-American church, the second capital of the United States, the city named for the 15th century Spanish Catholic saint St. Didacus, and of course a former independent Republic led by a known drunk and malfeasant.

I had to decline going to the city who one author described as 'loving a woman with a broken nose.'

I'm not a big fan of plastic surgery.