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Archive for November, 2009

November 2009 in Black Lamb

Volume 7, Number 11 — November 2009

November 1st, 2009

In the cover article of our November issue, Till death us do…, Lane Browning discovers details of a friend’s death through an autopsy report, obtained online at 50¢ a page. In our page two feature, Dean Suess shows that “trials have little or nothing to do with truth” in Criminal Injustice. The world’s still going to hell, but in a heat wave, Ed Goldberg finds himself in Apathy season.

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Till death us do…

The parts cannot add up to the whole.

November 1st, 2009


The scalp and subgaleal tissues appear normal. The calvarium is typical in thickness. There is very little fluid in the chest cavities.

She was an internationally known author and educator. She was indefatigable, wise, a beacon for thousands. My friend, my familiar.

doctorholdingheart.pngThe heart weighs 370 grams and has the typical configuration. The epicardium is smooth and glistening. The coronary arteries show a right dominant pattern. The atrium are (sic) normal.

We emailed every day, sometimes many many many times a day. We collaborated on two books and a series of educational CDs. We weathered rotating life traumas via the Internet tether. She called me her “sister by choice,” and she was, professionally, a savior to my son.

But until she died I didn’t know that her epicardium glistened.

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