ABSTRACT
Some friends gave me a book for my 69th birthday called Medical Makeover (gosh, do I look that bad?). My birthday was in July, and tonight, November 27, I opened the book for the first time to peruse it. Peruse means I don't have time to read it now, but at least I can spot some things for future investigation. I always begin a book by starting at the very first page and then reading every word, clear through to the back cover, usually ending up with tons of notes sparked by the text. Anyway, on the seventh page of this book there is a dedication that struck me as a more than an ordinary book dedication. It goes “To my parents who have helped me realize that medicine is more than a profession.” Wow! Isn't that a beautiful thought? I don't mean “Hurrah for the parents,” or “How thoughtfully thankful the son”; I'm thinking, we as artists should realize that drawing is more than a profession. We are privy to a form of communication that many aspire to but few attain.
