In the Public Eye

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Thursday, January 28, 2016 - 10:07am

The news biz was special. The rain filling my shoes at a Denver airport as President Clinton embraced Pope John Paul II. The gun-metal eyes of an accused murderer as I photographed him. Being the only clothed person at a nudist club’s barbecue. Keeping my the kids from watching as I taste-tested dog food.


In the Public Eye

Wednesday, September 5, 2007 - 8:25am

Flight delays are like hangovers. They fade over time, until the next sorry encounter. But filthy planes? That's borderline criminal.


Not long ago, a traveler with infectious tuberculosis made headlines when he jetted internationally. That seemed a dangerous oddity, but planes start looking like full-time germ incubators when you read a Wall Street Journal story about how and how frequently jets are cleaned.


Wednesday, August 29, 2007 - 11:28am

We complain about premiums, co-pays, deductibles. We get PO'd trying to fathom PPOs. We get red-cheeked on learning it'll be three months till we get face-time with a dermatologist.


What's your biggest beef about the health care "system?" Mine is getting enough time with a doc so he reviews my medical history rather than expecting me to recite it in under 45 seconds. Last physical? New meds clashing with old meds? Why have you put on 10 pounds and 15 points on your diastolic? Those are mostly filed under "questions rarely asked."


Friday, August 24, 2007 - 11:27am

The question's not that difficult, and the answer is simple. Simply painful.


At some presidential or gubernatorial debate this needs to be asked: "If you've got a plan to provide health insurance coverage to most everybody, what's your plan to ensure there are enough doctors and hospital beds to treat most everybody?"


Unless I've been watching too many "Got milk?" commercials, the only possible answer is -- we can ensure coverage, but we can't guarantee access to care.


Tuesday, August 21, 2007 - 11:57am

I don't know what you do when you dislocate your kneecap, but I apparently try to interview everyone up until the time a good doctor taps Humpty-Dumpty back together.


I was enjoying the surprise of hammering drives straight and 210 yards when one John Daly-like weight shift too many splayed me onto Hank Swank's driving range with the lateral side of my left knee looking like a cockeyed stack of poker chips. The chatter started (right after the first shout).


Thursday, August 16, 2007 - 12:13pm

I've crunched a few sprinkler heads and nearly torn a driver's side door off its hinges while, presumably, carefully backing up my car.  The experiences left me irritated with myself, and a few hundred dollars poorer.