THE Ave has a sister site, a creation of my South Carolinian brother in law, William Quick.
CLICK the image to link to Bill’s blog .. “Steve Shit.”
For those who like to engage in family feuds, y’all are more than welcome to visit Dr. Quick’s ouvre. It may give you a feel for some of the ongoing feud that has elicited some of my (SMS) posts here. At one point my wife and I were subjected to hundreds of emails with much the same voice .. though often including obscenities and even more personal attacks.
Unfortunately, Bill chose not to allow comments on the Steve Shit blog, but I know he is an avid reader of THE-Ave.US so you may want to post any comments here.
One small bit of response on my part. I am very proud of career in biology and find it rather hurtful that Bill summarizes that by identifying me as an “unlicensed Pathologist.” The truth is that my parents wanted me to go to med school and because of them I majored in biology at Harvard College. During that time I debated becoming a historian but prepared for medical school to fulfill their wish. In college, I was able to work in the laboratory of Keith Porter, the father of electron microscopy and one of the 20th century’s great cell biologists. Dr. Porter was (and continues to be) a huge inspiration and that time led to my decision to abandon history for biology as a career.
Vietnam intervened. The doctor draft would have sent me to ‘Nam as a physician in the field. Being a poorly trained, raw med school graduate I was not prepared to treat wounded soldiers on the battlefield. On Dr. Porter’s advice I decided to do a pathology residency in Seattle, then the best place to study the biology of disease while getting a specialty deferment to keep me out of Vietnam. During that five year residency deferment, I spent most of my time earning my second doctorate .. a PhD in experimental pathology.
I did take the exams to get a license and scored very high. I also served in the US Navy medical corps. I decided, however, not to get a medical license because it did not seem appropriate for me as a basic scientist to somehow also pretend to be a practicing physician.
It took many years for my Dad to understand my decision not to follow in his footsteps At least that is what I thought. Then friends at Boston University, where my Dad practiced, told me of the proud stories my Dad told of me! I feel the same pride in my Dad’s career.