On the last Sunday in August, at his home in Greenwich Village, the “poet laureate of medicine” entered into his eternal Sabbath. Oliver Sacks was a neurosurgeon and a poet,…

I began writing this article under the title “An Ode to MO,” alternatively titled “Be Thou My Mr. Blonde” or “There Is Beyond the Basic Brew.” One day I hope…

After an entire year of trying to divine its headwaters, I still have yet to locate the legendary fountain of camaraderie which fills campus with joy and friendship. Maybe the…