My mother made me a scientist without ever intending to. Every other Jewish mother in Brooklyn would ask her child after school, “So? Did you learn anything today?” But not my mother. “Izzy,” she would say, “did you ask a good question today?” That difference – asking good questions – made me become a scientist.
here are copious volumes of documents regarding convoluted government policies, social trends, and medical industry transformation, each hinged upon ineffectiveness, racism, and class warfare. be a dear and make sense of it all?
yours, US Southern histories concerning medicine and public health
ps, noticed you’re prematurely graying. have a beer