Of love and war

I read today of a young man, who died fighting for my country. And I met his childhood friend, many thousands of miles away from home, making the hospital run like clockwork. He's said to be among the finest physicians around, it's good to have run into him.

I also realized today finally, that it's tough when you're happy and you've no one to share it with.

Saeed and Codes and being Blue

Crisp and clear over the PA - "Code Blue in the dialysis room".

In the dead of the night, on the west bank across the Mississippi, the Ethiopian Saeed sings "Yeh dosti, hum nahi chodenge", I kid you not.

Positively 4th Street SE, is Loring's Pasta bar.

Lost am I?