Stephen Davis:  

Memories..., I remember First period swim class, September '66. A cold gray morning, Coach Stasiak standing fully dressed in leather gymshoes and glasses in front of ~fifty naked freshmen quivering in the chilly 7:30 AM unheated pool musty and closed, probably since last June. Coach Stasiak calls out the names, in alphabetical order. "If you can swim, jump into the deep end and swim two laps, if not, answer present." "Ahern"-"here", "Andrews"-"here", "Bailey"-present, "Bianchini"-"present", "Coe"-"here", "Davis"-..., SPLASH!!!! the water was warmer than the freezing wooden benches and I needed to distance myself from the somnambulant, self-concious, withering wimps on the bench. I didn't drown, I survived and live to tell the tale. That school was perverted. I bet Stasiak couldn't even swim, he proved himself weeks later when Danny Fong sank in the middle of free swim and Stasiak offered him a short stick that didn't even reach the unconcious Danny at the bottom. When I brought him up to the pool edge and started CPR, (Boy Scout that I was); Stasiak almost fainted as Danny vomited noodles and what looked like egg foo yung. Whatever happened to Danny? Does anybody else share this memory? Is anybody out there? Does anybody remember laughter? Life My Spouse I met Jennifer during my first year of Surgery Residency in Brooklyn,NY. She is the beauty from Jamaica of whom I had been warned, by her two roommates. The three of them shared the third floor flat directly beneath my sumptious(yeah, right!) fourth floor walkup, penthouse bachelor's pad in Brooklyn Heights, overlooking the Statue of Liberty (and the ill-fated WTC). She continues to put up with my Southside Chi-town Bad Boy attitude and my moments of ersatz eclectic intellectual adventurism... I'm continually blessed and amazed at this focal point of my life! We still live in NYC and environs. Our children walk to school (private and Public). We look forward to travel to the Carribean, Europe, Africa, Asia, and of course, frequent (as often as we can) sojourns to the Mecca; Chicago,Ill.! -My Pets Boots , the Mongrel maniac Shepard-Border Collie was adopted from the Shelter League at the insistence of my 8 year old daughter and her 10 year old brother,(they are now 10 & 12, respectively-they share an aversion to ever walking the dog.) My Kids They are adorable with an attitude that only a parent need endure. My Job I'm a Trauma/Critical Care/Burn Surgeon who has left Academia(Cornell University), to become a Medical Director of a Comprehensive Community Health Service with Clinics spread throughout NYC and the Metro area.I've yet to perfect the knack of making BIG money while practicing medicine or surgery, perhaps the business instincts are latent in my altruistic persona as a caring healthcare practitioner, and so it should be (you think?) I'm trying to adjust to the career change and I'm considering pursuing an Executive-MPH degree in the hope of grounding myself in a more solid finance milieu, to better withstand the economic...Expand for more