My Father: Roast Duck, and the Unruly Patient

My introduction to the unruly patient came early and close to home.  My father liked things the way he liked them. Our family has an unusual tradition- my father was born when his father was 50 years old, and I in turn was born when my father was 50 (this being a tradition that my wife has no interest in carrying on). Now, partially due to the fact that he was not a young man when I was growing up, and in part because he suffered over a period... Read More