Graduations are a right-of-passage to a brave new world, while we sit in our chairs and shower praise with our eyes and hearts for our descendants to reach their potential and do good in the world. This form of martyrdom is bearing witness to the love and good counsel we bestowed to nurture the soul and mind of our younger family members. I say...great job you old geezers.
A note on bagpipers: they seem to be always in the distance … so that we can hear the sound of the pipes *skirling* o’er the moors.
Few instruments are blessed with a word so evocative of their sound as the pipes and “skirl.” Coming from old Norse “to shriek,” its associations have grown far beyond that coarse assessment, to include the acoustic effects of great echoing spaces that combine doppler-shifted delays with the original sound to enhance the already out-of-tune beating of multiple instruments joined together.
While I was in high school, I wanted to be a physician too. Going to medical school at Brown was a highlight of my life, in large measure because of my clerkship with you almost fifty years ago! Now all I have to do is perfect my golf game (way more challenging than medicine). Charlie
Here you go, Kermit
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Graduations are a right-of-passage to a brave new world, while we sit in our chairs and shower praise with our eyes and hearts for our descendants to reach their potential and do good in the world. This form of martyrdom is bearing witness to the love and good counsel we bestowed to nurture the soul and mind of our younger family members. I say...great job you old geezers.
Love this and could not agree more, Larry. How trite to say " the fruits of our labors," but I'm saying it. We cherished every moment.
I never get tired of reading your writing Dr. Ed!
Whether a doctor or a writer, you certainly have chosen both very well!
Joe GIUSTO
Oh, I still have my Dad’s poems…in Italian…and you may copy any of them, my pleasure.
Thank you for your kind comments, Joe. I'd love to see your Dad's poems
Can’t thank you enough for celebrating with me! Love you papa❤️
The best days of our lives, Sofia, and you helped to make it happen. We love you.
A note on bagpipers: they seem to be always in the distance … so that we can hear the sound of the pipes *skirling* o’er the moors.
Few instruments are blessed with a word so evocative of their sound as the pipes and “skirl.” Coming from old Norse “to shriek,” its associations have grown far beyond that coarse assessment, to include the acoustic effects of great echoing spaces that combine doppler-shifted delays with the original sound to enhance the already out-of-tune beating of multiple instruments joined together.
But I digress. : )
Beautiful. Skirling. A new word for me, Randy. I love it. And it reminds me of the other experience: tatoo.
Beautifully written! Great memories with family. A physician was your passion and a great one you are.
Thank you, Cindi. You are most kind. We are most lucky.
Congratulations Nicely done
Thanks, Fred. We are lucky to be able to do it.
While I was in high school, I wanted to be a physician too. Going to medical school at Brown was a highlight of my life, in large measure because of my clerkship with you almost fifty years ago! Now all I have to do is perfect my golf game (way more challenging than medicine). Charlie
Thank you, Charlie. Weren't we lucjky to share in the world of patient care and teaching.
So beautifully said, Ed. Your message is a beautiful, uplifting way to begin the day. Carol.
Thank you, Carol. You made my day.