ABSTRACT
It started with a persistent dry cough in the fall of 2007. It was not debilitating,
and I did not miss any time from work. It was more of a constant nuisance, and
there seemed no need to worry, at worst it might be a touch of pneumonia. After
fall semester was over, Sheri and I left in mid-December for a 3-week vacation
at our home near Tucson, Arizona. The warmer weather was restorative as we
read, lounged by a swimming pool, hiked in the mountains, and dined at fine
restaurants. Lindsay and Colin, our daughter and her boyfriend, drove from
Wisconsin to join us and enjoy a week of warmweather. All in all, it was a relaxing
vacation and my continuing cough did not concern me.
