Thank you. Thank you very much.

Confession: This isn’t the column I intended to write this month. My original missive was to dwell on industry matters—or, at least, on my take on industry matters—and it might have become the standard by which all future Editor’s Notes would be measured.

Or not.

In any case, it wouldn’t have been nearly as important as what is to follow. You see, I ran into my friend Daniel the night I was going to sit down to compose my editorial—hence rendering any/all previous notions moot.

Upon Further Review...
I say Daniel is my friend, but that’s not fair to him. We met a little more than four years ago, a few feet from a CT scan machine at North Hills Hospital in North Richland Hills, Texas. That Daniel was there wasn’t unusual; he is, after all, a doctor. That I joined him in that locale for our first conversation probably isn’t far from the norm, either, as I was about to be his patient. Not that I realized that at the time. All I knew was that my tooth hurt something terrible.

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