Posts by Calvert F Cazier, PhD, MPH
Ever Eaten a Walkie Talkie?
Our grandson Calvert had a friend from Birmingham, England and Anne and I met this friend when we went to South Africa to pick up our grandson, who had been living there for two years. This friend and I visited for a while then he asked me a strange question that surprised me. “Have you…
Read MoreShot My Hat Off My Head with A Shotgun
One of the most interesting dates my first wife, Carol, and I ever had involved my sister Connie and Mike (someone I lined her up with), and my good friend Bill. It was a beautiful Saturday afternoon, and we got this crazy idea to go rabbit hunting. This would be my first attempt at rabbit…
Read MoreCan You Give a Worm’s Inch?
Several years ago, I was leisurely walking home from the bus stop, after a hard day at work, and I was just letting my mind wander, thinking about nothing. After crossing a street, I happened to look down and saw a worm in the gutter that intrigued me. I was fascinated and stood there watching…
Read MoreIf You Think You Are Beaten, You Are
Several years ago, I was looking through some of my father’s memorabilia, and I found a journal he wrote as a young man living in California. I hadn’t known that he ever kept a journal, but as I searched through it, I found the poem below. It is quite a famous poem written by Walter…
Read MoreThe Coveted Prize “An Ape in My Car”
A few years ago, my wife and I were in Europe with our son and his family who were living in Germany. Traditionally when we visited them, we tried to take the family on a side trip and spend a week visiting another part of Europe. On this particular trip we decided to visit Spain,…
Read MoreThe Banana Man
When I was nineteen years old, I was living in Taranto, Italy, working with the Italian people. At the time I was working with a man from Nice, France who was older and more experienced than me. He spoke better Italian, understood the local culture, and helped me move forward more rapidly with my work.…
Read MoreThe Choice “Live to Live or Live to Die” – The Jed Nield Story
Jed Nield was a big man who stood at 6’3” and weighed well over 200 pounds of solid muscle. He was born and raised on a dairy farm in Afton, Wyoming. At a young age he was taught how to work until the work was done and done right. Often this meant working 14-16 hours…
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