Author: Dennis Ritchie

If the Ghost of Christmas Past had taken my hand and led me out the hospital window to a holiday dinner in my childhood, I would have been no less unprepared than I was for morning. The freezing walk from the parking lot to the...

The shock of Dr. Raefsky’s statement resonated like a flash-bang grenade through the night and into the next day. We were numb. Thinking was difficult. Unfortunately, as the pieces fell into place things looked even worse. We...