Posts by Calvert F Cazier, PhD, MPH
Conversations with Dad
The other day, I was going through some notes that I had written on scrap pieces of paper that I hoped to someday add to my journal and I found these thoughts from a meaningful visit I had with my father. On June of 19, 2014, I had the pleasure of picking Dad up from…
Read MoreChallenges of Playing Monopoly
Monopoly is a game that has probably been around since man first learned how to barter for bread, butter, and meat. It would not surprise me if some day the rules for this game were found in the non-translated manuscript of the Dead Sea Scrolls. I am certain that ancient merchants must have used it…
Read MoreLost
In 1974, we had just moved back to Salt Lake City, Utah, after completing my Master’s of Public Health degree at the University of Tennessee. My first wife Carol was recovering from surgery and radiation therapy for ovarian cancer. Paul was nearly four years old and we were staying in my parent’s home until I…
Read MoreChallenges and Friendship
When Lois Call was 18 months old, a cup of hot grease tipped over and spilled onto her head. It ran down her face, neck, and onto her shoulders causing a serious burn. The doctor made a house call to examine this little girl. After the exam, he placed bandages on her head and turned…
Read MoreA Penny’s Worth of Honesty
After completing my education, my family and I moved back to Utah and lived with my parents until I could find a job. Our son Paul, who was almost four made friends in the neighborhood and one afternoon he was playing with them when some apples were delivered to our neighbors. They were left on…
Read MoreFirst Date, I Can’t Believe It!
In August 2005, I was at my sister’s house listening to her advice about finding a wife (my first wife had passed away). I wasn’t really paying attention when she dragged me to her computer and signed me up for a dating service. After filling out the form she said, “Give me your credit card!”…
Read MoreBanana Man
I was nineteen years old living in Taranto, Italy. I was working with a Frenchman who was older and more experienced than me. He spoke better Italian, understood the local culture, and helped me move forward with my work. We lived on the second floor of an apartment building with a balcony on the south…
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