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By Dr. Jim Ferguson Many writers have compared the seasons of the year with the seasons of life. As I approach threescore and ten years, I’ve done so as well. I fancy myself late in the Indian summer of my days, though frosty mornings and brown leaves, like my aches...

The Difference

By Dr. Jim Ferguson Thanksgiving is late this year, so my thankful thoughts are consequently a bit late in November. I am thankful for many things, certainly more than things I whine about, such as the aches and pains commensurate with traveling around in a body that...

Music to my ears

By Dr. Jim Ferguson I’m a fan of many types of music. And I’m not alone in this appreciation which can at times be almost visceral. In fact, “music,” in the form of beating, drumming or rhythmic sounds predates human speech. The first sounds heard are those of a...

Verbiage

By Dr. Jim Ferguson There is a proverb which says, “familiarity breeds contempt.” The notion is the more you get to know someone, the more likely you are to see their shortcomings. I disagree with this old saw. I believe the more you know about someone or something,...

Travails of Modernity

By Dr. Jim Ferguson One of my axioms (Fergisms) is, “Old shoes and an older wife are to be cherished.” In other words, shoes that are broken in and still have their soles should not be discarded for the latest fashions. And before I get in trouble with the “older...

The Journey

By Dr. Jim Ferguson As is often the case these days, Becky and I are together in my doctor’s office waiting for the results of my most recent scans. It’s hard to speak of such things, especially for men of my era, because from a young age we were taught to keep things...