levitm

I was born in New York City, a baby-boomer. All I remember as a child was throwing things off our balcony and watching them hit the pavement. I never hit anybody. I became an Electrical Engineering major at a certain Ivy school in New Jersey. They had a great basketball team. I had this "thing" for gadgets and I wanted to see how they ticked. College was great for me...I partied a lot and studied sometimes, but was caught up in the humanitarian "movement" and decided that I could contribute more to the human race as a doctor, so I switched my major. My grades went down hill fast, but I did get accepted for medical school at a certain Tobacco Road institution. Of course, their basketball team sucked when I was there. Medical School was fun for me; I gained thirty pounds the first year because I always ate while I studied, and I was always studying. I took it all off again with my summer job teaching tennis. When it came time to pick a specialty, I decided to become a pathologist because all the internists and surgeons I knew were too busy to play tennis. My first autopsy nearly changed my mind. I soon realized I had no useful skills at all, so, of course, I joined the military, where I immediately became a department chairman, and hospital deputy commander. The military, surely, knew what they were doing. After nearly 20 years of marching in formation, sitting in closed tents with live tear gas, one wartime deployment, and a lot of overnight "field exercises," and, oh yes, some pathology, I got a big promotion to Colonel and was transferred to the military's medical school, to share my knowledge with bright, young, impressionable military physicians-in-training. When my military tour was finally over, I “retired" to a certain South Florida medical school, where I currently “inspire" bright, young, impressionable Florida medical students. Somehow, along the way, I had become a self-proclaimed Jedi master, computer aficionado and medical informatics guru.