Getting Justice Just Right

Getting Justice Just Right

© 2020 Robert Osburn My Freshman year (1969-70) in Ann Arbor was a daily trial.  Lost in homesickness, I was paired with a roommate who might as well have come from the far side of the universe. I, a farm boy of bookish predilections, had precious...

Faulty Diagnosis, Failed Remedies

©2020 Robert Osburn I tell our international mentees about the student who goes to the doctor, coughing, feverish, blowing his nose, generally miserable.  After examining him, the doctor announces, “You have a broken arm.  I will put a cast on...