NewMexiKen learned recently that my dentist had been killed in an accident in September. Swimming alone at a gym pool late in the evening he hit his head and, as I understand it, drowned. So sad. He was an agreeable man in his late fifties, easy with a laugh. And, of course, I felt toward him as so many of us do toward our health professionals, a certain amount of Stockholm syndrome. Rest in Peace.
I’ve mentioned the dentist before in these pages.