August 21, 2014 Thursday "Destiny Rain"

First Words

      …thoughts of an anachronistic, solo pediatrician

                    by Glenn Feole, M.D.

        "Be careful too that the reading of your story makes the melancholy 

        laugh and the merry laugh louder," Cervantes, Prologue to Don Quixote

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August 21, 2014  Thursday

Three of four pictures I created from Molly's gift of a blank, hand-made
book of colored corrugated paper to inspire my art.
Florida, Gulf No. 11

Chief Complaint: (written on the chart before I go in the room)

     “albuterol 2 poofs as needed”

Interesting Name:

   Destiny Rain

Anecdote:

     The young girl asked me, with a pleading quality to her voice, if she could be allergic to sugar.  

I turned to the Mother and explained that only proteins induce allergic reactions.  She really couldn't be "allergic" to sugar per se.  However, she did have some allergic symptoms every Fall.  

    The Mother laughed after this long, scientific explanation and said, "I understand what you're saying, Dr. Feole, but Sugar is the name of her dog."

          Westport, Connecticut 1990's

Poetry:

Keb Mo, "A Better Man" (lyrics)

Sittin' here in my problem
What am I gonna do now
Am I gonna make it
Someway, somehow

Maybe I'm not supposed to know
Maybe I'm supposed to cry
And if nobody ever knows
The way I feel, that's all right
That's okay

I'm gonna make my world a better place
I'm gonna keep that smile on my face
I'm gonna teach myself how to understand
I'm gonna make myself a better man, yeah

Climbin' out the window
Climbin' up the wall
Is anybody gonna save me
Or are they gonna let me fall

Well, I don't really wanna know
I'll just hold on the best I can
And if I fall down, I'm gonna get back up
It'll be alright, it'll be okay, God

I'm gonna make my world a better place
I'm gonna keep that smile on my face
I'm gonna teach myself how to understand
I'm gonna make myself a better man, oh

Maybe I'm not supposed to know
Maybe I'm supposed to cry
And if nobody ever knows the way I feel
That's all right, that's okay

Yeah, I'm gonna make my world a better place
I'm gonna keep that smile on my face
I'm gonna teach myself how to understand
I'm gonna make myself a better man

Well, I'm gonna make my world a better place
I'm gonna keep that smile on my face, yeah
I'm gonna teach myself how to understand
I'm gonna make myself a better man

Are they gonna let me fall
No, no, no, no, no, no, yeah
Yeah, be a better man, be a better man
I'm doing the best I can

Yes, I'm gonna make my world, yeah
You know what, I'm gonna make my world
I'm gonna step right up and get myself together
I'm gonna make my world, you know I'm gonna do the best I can, yeah

He will make my world, yeah tonight's gonna...
He will make my world, oh yeah, yeah

I'm gonna make my world, are they gonna let me fall?
No, make my world, yeah
I'm gonna make my world, my world, your world
Make my world

You know, I'm gonna make my world
Teach myself how to understand, yeah

   When I first heard this song on the radio while driving,  I pulled over and stopped the car.  Not only the rawness of the drums, bass and guitar, but the beauty of the words.  It was the best 12 Step song I have ever heard.  Amen.

Coup d'essai:

    "…keeping my thoughts on high things," Thoreau, Walden.
He went on to say, "Sometimes I bolted suddenly, and nobody could tell my whereabouts, for I did not stand much about gracefulness, and never hesitated at a gap in a fence," Chapter 8, Walden, page 117.

Favorite Musician/song:

"Days Like This" Van Morrison

      I was visiting my parents, both in their 'high eighties' and was having a great conversation with one of their 'older' friends, Peggy.  She is classy, well-read and compassionate.  She drives herself to a Latino Catholic Church every Sunday.   
     I was telling her about a recent film and recommended it to her.  I said, "Even if you don't like the film, it has Robert DeNiro in it and you can enjoy watching him."
      She smiled and said, "Oh, he doesn't send me."
      At 89, she was still being sent.

    The rawness of Van Morrison's aged voice, the simplicity of the background instruments (bass of course), the haunting harmonica, the lyrical themes of loneliness, love, melancholy…they musically send me. 

Favorite Book/author:

Block, Lawrence

    "Hilliard's Ceremony" a short story from the book Sometimes You Get the Bear

I actually wrote and self-published a Compendium on Lawrence Block called "The Burglar Who Went to Princeton."  I gave copies to friends and family and, as Thoreau once said when the publisher returned over 700 unsold books to him (poor sales), "I now have a library of 800 books, 700 hundred of which I have written myself."  (This is a paraphrase.)  Block had referred me to his agent, Marty Greenberg, and we had a contract for publication with Cumberland House but it was cancelled at the last moment due to the poor financial condition of the market at the time…  In any case, this is to say that I read all 56 books by Block at that time and this story is my favorite.  I recommend it to medical students as well.  As usual, you aren't even aware that you are reading due to Block's voice…great humor, detail, human insight and… you just have to read it.  Let me know.

Favorite Movie/DVD:

The Bishop's Wife (Cary Grant)

     One of my favorite Christmas movies of all time…a redemptive movie as Cary Grant, an angel from Heaven, is sent down to Earth to help the Bishop (David Niven) reset his "spiritual" priorities as he is obsessed with the financial success of his Church, to the detriment of his family, wife and spirit.  Sound familiar?  It sure does to me…I have some experience here.  Gratitude is the key, as they say.

August 20,2014 Wednesday

First Words

      …thoughts of an anachronistic, solo pediatrician

                    by Glenn Feole, M.D.

        "Be careful too that the reading of your story makes the melancholy 

        laugh and the merry laugh louder," Cervantes, Prologue to Don Quixote

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August 20, 2014  Wednesday

from Impressions of the Met

Chief Complaint: (written on the chart before I go in the room)

          fall from turret
              (a computer diagnosis when I was searching "fall")

Interesting Name:

     Pegy

Anecdote:

     At the end of the exam I like to watch the toddlers walk in order to check their legs and examine the arches of their feet.  I asked David, age three, “Would you please walk over to the corner for me?”  

    David was always bursting with energy and he didn’t hesitate at this golden opportunity.   He eagerly lept off the table, yelling in midair, “Sure!  I’ll walk to the corner for you!”  

     He took off at a fast clip and accelerated into a lightening sprint.  To our surprise, he then flashed right out of the room and vanished down the hall.  

     It happened so fast that the mother and I just looked at each other dumbfounded and sat back and laughed.  She called to him and he eventually came back in with a puzzled look on his face.  

     He asked, “Where’s the corner?”

          Westport, Connecticut 1990's

Poetry:

                                                                       "Fill Her Up"

Mobile station,

Where I stand
This old gas pump
In my hand.

The Boss don't like me
Face like a weasel,
All on my hands
The smell of diesel.

Here comes the big shot,
Here he comes!
From the city.
God Damn!
A V-8 engine
She runs so pretty.
Woo!
Fill 'er up son
With unleaded.
I need a full tank of gas
where I'm headed
Up in the front seat
A pretty red head,
We're going to Vegas
We're gonna get wed
So fill her up son!
Don't be starin'!
Yeah that's a real diamond she be wearin'.
I'm gonna treat my baby one day.
I'm gonna fill her up and head out West.
I'm gonna find some money alright. Yeah
That's it.
See those tail lights headed West
I got no money
to invest
I got no prospects
or education
I was lucky to get the job at this gas station

That old cash box
That old cash box
On the top shelf
On the top shelf
The boss is sleeping
The boss is sleeping
I'll just help myself
Let's consider this
as just a loan
I can sort it out later on the phone

I'm gonna pick my girl up tonight
I'm gonna fill 'er up and head west
I'm gonna show her all the bright lights
We're gonna say we lived 'fore we come home
And as I head through the woods on the way back
The evening sun is slanting through the pine trees real pretty
it's like i walked into a glade of heaven
and there's music playing
and this money is cold in my hand and voice somewhere says:
"Why were you going to take that stolen thing?
What real happiness can it bring?"
Ahhh Ohhhh Ahhhh Ohhhh
Ahhhohhhh......Ohhhh
You're gonna fill her up with sadness
You're gonna fill her up with shame
You're gonna fill her up with sorrow before she even takes your name
You're gonna fill her up with madness
You're gonna fill her up with pain
You're gonna live with no tommorow
You're gonna fill her up with hate
You're gonna fill her up darkness
You're gonna fill her up with light
You gotta fill her up with Jesus!
You gotta fill her up with light!
You gotta fill her up with spirit! Fill her up!
You've gotta fill her up with faith
You gotta fill her up with heaven!
You've got the rest of life to face
You've gotta fill her up right away
You've gotta fill her up with faith
You've gotta fill her up with babies (?!!?)
You've gotta fill her up with this way
You're gonna love that girl forever
Your gonna fill her up for life
You're gonna be her loving husband
She gonna be your loving wife
You've gotta fill her up with gladness.
You gotta fill her up with joy!
You gotta fill her up with love,
You gotta fill her up with love
You gotta fill her up with love

                          by Sting, on the album "Brand New Day"

Coup d'essai:

Favorite Musician/song:

"Fill Her Up," sung by Sting on Brand New Day CD

   A rarity…a country-western song by Sting.  And yet, surprising in its creativity as it glides from a slide guitar and intriguing story line into a quiet spiritual meditation ("the evening sun is slanting") with gorgeous music, then transforms into an African-American Baptist Choir sound…a revival, only to end on a jazz riff reminiscent of Bruce Hornsby with its funky bass and drums and keyboard riffs.  A treasure.

Favorite Book/author:

The Namesake, by Jhumpa Lahiri (also on DVD)

Favorite Movie/DVD:

Between the Folds

    An amazing, beautify documentary on origami - with artists that I have grown attached to and have inspired my own pursuit of a life of art.  When I heard that the French origamist (?word) had died, I was distraught.  Such a gentle, secluded life devoted to his art. Similarly, the Japanese origmist who inspired so many…and never sold a piece of origami in his life.  He did it just for the beauty of creating art.
     I often show my patients origami and give them a sheet of colorful origami paper…with no instructions from me - just go and create.  If anything, I show them the beauty and simplicity of "single fold" origami as demonstrated in the film.  An exquisite DVD.  

August 19, 2014 Tuesday "genetic tylenol"

First Words

      …thoughts of an anachronistic, solo pediatrician

                    by Glenn Feole, M.D.

        "Be careful too that the reading of your story makes the melancholy 

        laugh and the merry laugh louder," Cervantes, Prologue to Don Quixote

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August 19, 2014 Tuesday

Flower petals on a driveway

Chief Complaint: (written on the chart before I go in the room)

     "giving genetic tylenol"

Interesting Name:

  Emilly

Anecdote:

     A five year old girl proudly told me that she was able to ride a two-wheeler.  I asked if she had training wheels.  She looked at me seriously and said, "Yes, but they're on loosely."

     Westport, Connecticut 1990's

Poetry:

Coup d'essai:

     "I'm itching to tell it to you," the barber in Don  Quixote, Part II, Chapter I.

Favorite Musician/song:

     
    Brahms, Symphony Number 4, 1st Movement.  

    I have seen this performed…exquisite and beautiful.  I fell in love with Brahms music form the DVD, "Music from the Inside Out."  It is one of the last pieces played.

Favorite Book/author:

Favorite Movie/DVD:

The Shootist, John Wayne

    One of my favorites, perhaps because of the poignancy of being Wayne's last movie, having suffered from cancer, like the main character.  Many of the actors volunteered to be in the movie gratis out of respect for Wayne's legacy, knowing that it would be his last.  I'm not even a fan of the Western or John Wayne in general, but this movie represents a summation of one's life, a passing on of his wisdom, done with humor and pathos…and the incredible roles played by Lauren Bacall, Ron Howard, and the doctor, Jimmy Stewart, in one of his best roles in my opinion.  

August 18,2014 Monday "Ryver"

First Words

      …thoughts of an anachronistic, solo pediatrician

                    by Glenn Feole, M.D.

        "Be careful too that the reading of your story makes the melancholy 

        laugh and the merry laugh louder," Cervantes, Prologue to Don Quixote

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August 18, 2014  Monday

Florida, The Gulf No. 10

Chief Complaint: (written on the chart before I go in the room)

     ambitious genitalia  (vs ambiguous)

Interesting Name:

  Ryver

Anecdote:

     As I walked into the room, one Mother reminded me about her son, "This is Tom.  He's the screw in the nose and the tick in the belly-button guy."

          Westport, Connecticut, 1990's

Poetry:

Somersault and pepper upper

Simmer down and eat your supper.

           Anonymous

     My children and I often recited this poem at dinner time.

Coup d'essai:

"…the gentleman must have some of the rooms in his brain vacant," the goatherd in Don Quixote, Part I, Chapter 52.   

   

Favorite Musician/song:

Bob Dylan, "Corina, Corina"

    Early Dylan…his first two albums (remember that word?) were my favorites, listened to by me 100's of times.  I learned to play the guitar by imitating him and still use his picking style now, fifty years later.  To look back and see how young he was then is amazing.  

Favorite Book/author:

  "Italian without a Master"  a short story by Mark Twain.

      One of his funniest.

Favorite Movie/DVD:

The Bourne Identity, Matt Damon

    Great action and also romantic.

August 17, 2014 Sunday "Stormy Sky Autumn"

First Words

      …thoughts of an anachronistic, solo pediatrician

                    by Glenn Feole, M.D.

        "Be careful too that the reading of your story makes the melancholy 

        laugh and the merry laugh louder," Cervantes, Prologue to Don Quixote

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August 17, 2014 Sunday

Pastel on corrugated colored paper, in a blank hand-made book given to me
for inspiration by one of my beautiful daughters, Molly.
Florida, Gulf, No. 8

Chief Complaint: (written on the chart before I go in the room)

     “seech delay”

Interesting Name:

     Stormy Sky Autumn

Anecdote:

   I have to say that I was in heaven having my office in my house.  My wife and children were always around me and my patients.  To me, it was one big loving family. 

    Once, Peter, a friend of my son John, was hit in the nose while playing football in our yard.  I told Peter to step into the examining room so I could check him.  

     I yelled out, “Johnny, come on in too!”  

     John, age ten, slipped into the room and looked at me seriously and said in a deadpan voice, “I’m his lawyer.”

          Westport, Connecticut, 1990's

Favorite Musician/song:

Jim Croce  "Time in a bottle"

     I fell in love with this song in medical school, 1973, at Columbia in NYC.  The contrast of the purity of this song with the bustling, cold city touched me. 

Favorite Book/author:

Favorite Movie/DVD:

The Lunchbox

    I had been waiting for this movie for a long time.  A gem…exquisite...quiet, redemptive, speaking to loneliness, love.  Set in India, its scenes almost rival my other favorites depicting India (After the Wedding is number one for me; also the Apu trilogy.)  

August 16, 2014 Saturday "allergic to poison"

First Words

      …thoughts of an anachronistic, solo pediatrician

                    by Glenn Feole, M.D.

        "Be careful too that the reading of your story makes the melancholy 

        laugh and the merry laugh louder," Cervantes, Prologue to Don Quixote

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August 16, 2014 Saturday

Chief Complaint: (written on the chart before I go in the room)

     “I’m allergic to poison”  (four year old)

Interesting Name:

   Joe Ben

Anecdote:

     I have a “Treasure Box” in my office filled with used toys donated by my own children and their friends.  My patients look at it as an object of amazement.  It might as well be filled with gold nuggets the way the react with excitement.  It is an attempt to carry on the tradition of my Father-in-law's “magic bag” that he would pull out on a Saturday night, distributing the treasured trinkets with much deliberation to my eager children.  Sometimes it would be a plastic spider, sometimes a compass.  Always the objects were imbued with a flavor of mystery and magic.
       Today, Elizabeth, age five, had helped me examine her younger sister with much kindness.  I was writing my chart note and reached into the Treasure Box and grabbed a ‘pocket book.’  The pocket book consisted of a zippered cloth bag with a strap.  It was something that one of the formula companies would give out to breast feeding mothers in hopes that they would supplement their breast feeding with their formula, which I didn’t agree with.  So... I would empty the containers and, voila, a "pocket book."  Instead of a posh “Aigner” label, it would have a desirable “Enfamil” or “Similac” insignia.
     As soon as I gave her the gift, she exclaimed with delight, opened it and started filling it with dozens of items from her Mother’s pocket book .  She was happy.
     I heard her through the door to the exam room saying to her Mom,
    “Dr. Feole likes to share, doesn’t he Mom?”
    “Yes he does, Elizabeth.”
    “It’s nice to share, isn’t it?”
    “Yes, it is very nice to share.”

    That was one of the nicest thank you’s I have ever received.
          South Carolina, April, 2009

Poetry:

Fleet Foxes, "Blue Ridge Mountains"

Lie down with me, my dear.
Lie down
Under stormy night.
Tell nobody.

My brother, where do you intend to go tonight?
I heard that you missed your connecting flight
to the Blue Ridge Mountains, over near Tennessee.

You're ever welcome with me any time you like,
Let's drive to the country side, leave behind some green-eyed look-a-likes,
So no one gets worried, no.
So no one gets worried, no.

But Sean don't get careless,
I'm sure it'll be fine.
I love you. I love you,
Oh brother of mine.

In the quivering forest,
Where the shivering dog rests,
Our good grandfather
Built a wooden nest.
And the river got frozen,
And the home got snowed in.
And a yellow moon glowed bright
Till the morning light.

Terrible am I, child.
Even if you don't mind.

In the quivering forest,
Where the shivering dog rests,
Our good grandfather
Built a wooden nest.
And the river got frozen,
And the home got snowed in,
And a yellow moon glowed bright
Till the morning light.

Terrible am I, child.
Even if you don't mind,
No.

Coup d'essai:

Favorite Musician/song:

Bibio, "Love Remains"  

   A simple, pure song that I love…reminds me of a joyful childhood.  My daughter, Molly, turned me on to them!

Favorite Book/author:

Proust

   Remembrance of Things Past

 I carried this around with me as a third year resident in Pediatrics at Children's Hospital in Cincinnati.  I never did get very far but would dip into it, like a box of chocolates.  To me, it is like poetry…a smell, an object, a vision…to be transported to another world and another dear emotion.  

Favorite Movie/DVD:

Pina

     An amazing, creative documentary on an amazing, creative dancer and choreographer.  A thing of beauty.  Available to stream on netflix.

August 15, 2014 Friday "Dante"

First Words

      …thoughts of an anachronistic, solo pediatrician

                    by Glenn Feole, M.D.

        "Be careful too that the reading of your story makes the melancholy 

        laugh and the merry laugh louder," Cervantes, Prologue to Don Quixote

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August 15, 2014 Friday

Chief Complaint: (written on the chart before I go in the room)

    Optamogy  (written on a consult note)

Interesting Name:

  Dante

Anecdote:

     I was talking with one mother about her fourteen year daughter’s migraine headaches.  I asked if she had ever been evaluated for this.  

   She said, “No.  She’s never seen a Neuterologist.”

          South Carolina, June, 2007

Another interesting license plate

Poetry:

"Summer Breeze" 

    by Seals and Crofts

See the curtains hangin' in the window
In the evenin' on a Friday night
Little light is shinin' through the window
Lets me know everything's alright

Summer breeze, makes me feel fine
Blowing through the jasmine in my mind
Summer breeze, makes me feel fine
Blowing through the jasmine in my mind

See the paper layin' on the sidewalk
A little music from the house next door
So I walked on up to the doorstep
Through the screen and across the floor

Summer breeze, makes me feel fine
Blowing through the jasmine in my mind
Summer breeze, makes me feel fine
Blowing through the jasmine in my mind

Sweet days of summer, the jasmine's in bloom
July is dressed up and playing her tune
And I come home from a hard day's work
And you're waiting there, not a care in the world

See the smile awaitin' in the kitchen
Food cookin' in the plates for two
Feel the arms that reach out to hold me
In the evening when the day is through

Summer breeze, makes me feel fine
Blowing through the jasmine in my mind
Summer breeze, makes me feel fine
Blowing through the jasmine in my mind

Coup d'essai:

Favorite Musician/song:

Seals and Crofts, "Summer Breeze"

    When I took a few years off from medical school to play bass, I was inspired by Average White Band and Earth, Wind and Fire.  I loved the driving bass and drums, the strong rhythms.  As it turned out, I did form a band ("Synergy") that played just that…as well as jazz and rock.  

     However, I have a gentle memory of a lost opportunity in the past.  I had traveled to New York City to buy the bass and speaker that I had wanted (Fender Precision Bass, 1974; Acoustic 370 Amplifier, enough to fill Shea Stadium) and a very soft spoken guitarist was there, also looking at musical instruments.  He had a quiet voice and a humble, soft spoken demeanor, a quiet smile…that James Taylor aura of humility that I find essential in a musician.  His hair was longish and he actually looked like Dan Seals.  
     We talked and shared about our love of music.  He asked me what I was doing and I explained my dreams of music.  He said with a smile, "You should come and play with us.  We do mainly Seals and Crofts."  I deferred and wonder to this day what opportunity and friendships I missed playing the beautiful, spiritual songs that I love…Seals and Crofts.   One of my favorite bands.  (The bass player in Seals and Crofts is one that I most emulate.)

Favorite Book/author:

Favorite Movie/DVD:

August 14, 2014 Thursday "Kimko"

First Words

      …thoughts of an anachronistic, solo pediatrician

                    by Glenn Feole, M.D.

        "Be careful too that the reading of your story makes the melancholy 

        laugh and the merry laugh louder," Cervantes, Prologue to Don Quixote

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August 14, 2014  Thursday

Chief Complaint: (written on the chart before I go in the room)

      “FTAGANSV”  (A chart note that described an infant with an acronym that I never saw before)

Interesting Name:

     Kimko

Anecdote:

     A six year old boy suddenly became very serious during his exam.  With downcast eyes, he pointed his thumb in the direction of his Mother and said in a low, saddened voice, "Guess what happened to her?  Her calcium drained out."

          Westport, Connecticut, 1990's

Poetry:

A million roads, a million fears
A million suns, ten million years of uncertainty 
I could speak a million lies, a million songs,
A million rights, a million wrongs in this balance of time
But if there was a single truth, a single light
A single thought, a singular touch of grace
Then following this single point , this single flame,
The single haunted memory of your face 

I still love you 
I still want you
A thousand times the mysteries unfold themselves 
Like galaxies in my head

I may be numberless, I may be innocent 
I may know many things, I may be ignorant 
Or I could ride with kings and conquer many lands
Or win this world at cards and let it slip my hands 
I could be cannon food, destroyed a thousand times 
Reborn as fortune's child to judge another's crimes 
Or wear this pilgrim's cloak, or be a common thief 
I've kept this single faith, I have but one belief

I still love you 
I still want you
A thousand times the mysteries unfold themselves 
Like galaxies in my head
On and on the mysteries unwind themselves 
Eternities still unsaid 
'Til you love me

Sting, "A Thousand Years"

    

August 13, 2014 Wednesday "This is somewhat fun."

First Words

      …thoughts of an anachronistic, solo pediatrician

                    by Glenn Feole, M.D.

        "Be careful too that the reading of your story makes the melancholy 

        laugh and the merry laugh louder," Cervantes, Prologue to Don Quixote

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August 13, 2014 Wednesday

     I was examining a seven year old and doing my best to keep up the interesting patter between us, peppering our conversation with a joke here, a funny comment there.  He maintained a very stoic demeanor the entire time.  

     Finally, he turned to me and said in a monotone, sophisticated voice, his expressionless eyes looking past me at the wall,  "This is somewhat fun." 

          Westport, Connecticut  1990's

Florida, The Gulf 

Poetry

Rain Travel

I wake in the dark and remember

it is the morning when I must start

by myself on the journey

I lie listening to the black hour

before dawn and you are

still asleep beside me while

around us the trees full of night lean

hushed in their dream that bears

us up asleep and awake then I hear

drops falling one by one into

the sightless leaves and I

do not know when they began but

all at once there is no sound but rain

and the stream below us roaring

away into the rushing darkness

    by W.S. Merwin

Favorite Music

Chopin, Prelude #7

   57 seconds of gentle beauty.

Favorite Author/book

Black Ice, Michael Connelly

   His second, following the Edgar Award winning The Black Echo. Captivating and atmospheric.

Favorite Movie/DVD: