Posts by Calvert F Cazier, PhD, MPH

In the fall of 1967, I was living in Bergamo, Italy, a small city in the foothills of the Alps, working as a missionary for the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints. I was living with three other missionaries, and this day was the American Thanksgiving. We were missing our families and thinking about…

“Have you ever eaten a walkie talkie?” asked our grandson Calvert’s friend, a young man from Birmingham, England.   He had a pretty strong accent, so my first reaction was to assume I had misunderstood him, or he was playing some kind of joke on me.  Of course, I hadn’t eaten a two-way radio.   …

  I remember it well. It was the winter of 1964, and I was a sophomore in high school. Sitting in history class, I started a conversation with Joan. The Beatles were on their first tour of the United States and had appeared on the Ed Sullivan Show the night before, so, Joan, who it…

Mr. Stuckenschneinder was my ninth-grade math teacher. Most of the students in my junior high thought he was a nice man, but I thought he was strict and very intimidating.   All three of my younger sisters had him and really liked him, and they all got good grades. I have always wondered what crossed…