I write about multiple myeloma because it has struck close to home. The attack led me to begin reading on the subject.
I write because I have a foundation in scientific method, having taught statistics and research methodology as a tenured faculty member in a North American university. It was this background which enabled me to judge that some of the oncological literature I was reading was defective and fallacious, which judgments I thought would be in the public interest to publish.
Toward The Beginning Of My Beginnings
Postcard featuring Die Silberspitze (Silver Peak), with Landeck Castle in the foreground
ahead by a length
driving my VW Kubelwagen, Type 82, introduced in 1943,
and many years later exclaiming, "Hey, that's my car!" when SD officer Gunter Franken pulled up in one
in Black Book
I had learned to perform many maintenance and repair tasks on the VW Kubelwagen, often requiring as tool nothing better than a rock found lying on the ground
and when "ahead by a length" above, it had been against the momentarily-lagging, but nevertheless greatly-admired, 1938 Borgward Hansa 1100
but it was the lurid ads of the Ford Super Deluxe that really drove me to distraction
so you can imagine how delighted I was to get one for my birthday
and many years later exclaiming "Hey, that's my car!" when I saw Biff driving the convertible version of the Ford Super Deluxe while chasing Marty McFly,
though thinking it not at all amusing to see a machine of such extraordinary beauty buried under manure,
in Back to the Future:
Consistantly winnning recognition for being best-balanced among my peers,
no matter their number,
I nevertheless accept a farewell bouquet upon leaving Silberspitze forever. Written on the side of the train — destination Innsbruck:
My first car in the New World was the Volvo PV544, produced 1958-1966, and finally the right color,
a car simple to maintain and repair because there was practically nothing under the hood,
though some said that with my color weakness, I should have gotten help matching tints,
and many years later exclaiming "Hey, that's my car!" when I saw Helen getting into one with a broken door-handle and misaligned hood
in The World According To Garp.