You know, I am not one to talk about the good old days, but on the way to "work" today I got to thinking about the good old 1990s...
Remember when "terrorist" meant a bunch of redneck weekend warriors?
Remember when the president lied about consentual acts and we all had a good laugh about it?
Remember when the president didn't just invade countries and say oops I guess I was wrong afterwards?
Remember when you could put your money in the stock market as a way to increase it rather than watch it fluctuate so rapidly that it gives you seizures?
Remember when we voted the last Bush out of office because he was a lying piece of crap?... yeah that was awsome.

So, I am sitting here at the Bank One building with whitey, and in the grand tradition of fourth year medical students, we are sitting on it. Pediatric neurology is an interesting subspecialty... and by interesting I mean a complete waste of time for everyone involved. Whitey has actually surpassed all the attendings on this service because he is now able to twirl his reflex hammer three time consecutively... sort of a kick back to his cheerleading days.