Brian Fowler. He was one of the first that I met in my medical school class, but my best memory of him was 40 years ago (December 1984). Four of us stepped out of the downtown clinic at noon, and the weather was perfect. Brian suggested that we eat outside at a nearby barbecue spot, and I shunned my usual frugality (sack lunch) to join the group. Brian was correct – it was really good. A mont...
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