Temple University School of Podiatric Medicine - Achilles Yearbook (Philadelphia, PA)

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Tfe CCc ‘ftytafony ( %7- ?f) It all began, as I recall, on a crisp September Tuesday that saw 126 some odd fresh faced students enter the halloweed halls ol PCPM It was on that fateful day that, together, the Class of 1991 began its |Ourney. O'Neill may have called it a long day's journey into the night, but I would not. For recalling the words told me as I began, we entered a tunnel, that September day. a tunnel from which we would all emerge, at some time in the future, as Doctors. One day the light at the end ol the tunnel would not be another train coming, but a light that would guide us to our successes. It was with these thoughts that we arrived and settled in to greet the storm that lurked in the shadows For some, this |Ourney began some weeks before, in a program called SARP An interesting little title, one with a myriad of alternate meanings, not the least of which being Summer Association of Retarded People Being one of those who endured that trial. I leave each to their own remembrances. We experienced one another for the first time at PCPM's time honored rite of passage called Orientation Remember that7 Two days of fun. frolic, and endless speeches by people who passed their prime back when television was thought of as a passing fad Dr. Krause delivered his address recalling the history of Podiatry: the ascent from stone-knives and bearskins, to triple arthrodeses, K Wire fixation, and Alan Whitney. The only other memorable tirade was from our collegue Dr Raymond D'Pnmio That was when we were all instructed in professionalism, and how we would all one day be akin to the Donald. Before we continue this trip down amnesia lane, recall another incident The Class of 199l's cruise down the Delaware River is note worthy, not only because of its drunken-debauchery, but it began the reputation that we would carry from that day forward. It was also the night that Ben Pearl lumped ship. Or did he jumpon7 With orientation behind us, The Great Experiment — the graduating class of 1991 — moved forward into its first trimester of school And what a time that was. It was the time of biweekly examinations, of Gross Anatomy lab (just like the movie), and of Biochemistry. But most of all. it was the time of Francis Conway Back when Bailey's was the word, and before Dr Fenton became known of as ■710'’, the class of '91 experienced times that are now the stuff of legend Our first trimester: Gross. Histo. Embryo. Biochem. and that perennial favorite. Intro to Pod. that featured a professor who got out of breath driving his car around the block. Eight o'clock in the morning three times a week brought us Drs. Burke and Fenton, and endless hours of noteservice on lipids, sugars, proteins, ammo acids, and lots of other stuff we forgot — until the boards Gross Anatomy lab was probably the highlight of that time. I especially recall Dr. Boyd's neon button positioned sedately on his besmudged labcoat. and Dr. Jim Atkin moving from table to table that first day shouting. Go ahead, cut the sucker1 Or how about that ellusive Vince , an MD Ph D who wore dark sunglasses to practical, and constantly reached lor a text every time he was asked a question Ah, those were the days. Times when everyone knew we were first years, not because of our books, or bright faces, but because of the smell we left in the elevator after 15 or 16 hours of gross lab. But we can't forget Francis Dr. Conway was the light m our fives back then. Not to mention a pain in our gluteus maximus. The man had an uncanny ability to turn the odd phrase: “Bailey's is the word. and the ever-popular Don’t ask me about the final — its going to be a bitch! And it was: 100 questions of trivial pursuit Histology. But we survived it anyway. This Bud's for you Frank. Physiology had to be everyone’s favorite as we moved into the winter of '87. The Sodium Potassium Pump, Sex. Drugs and Rock and Roll. Cardiology Update, Endocnnes . Gl. and all the renal you could excrete (my favorite was the puppy, uh. I mean, dog lab) which we eagerly regurgitated every few weeks; especially the day after the Super Bowl. And even though old Arthur Guyton had it wrong, we held onto every word Dr Davis read from somewhere off the podium. And so we have that It seemed like every trimester had its hero. From Boyd, to Conway, to Davis and Pitkow, then to Cousin Brucie Dr Hirsch began our study of Lower Extremity Anatomy on December 1st. 1987. a day which will also live in infamy. Our systematic dissection of every piece of fasciae became our life's work. As we became world-class authorities on the hip and its blood supply, the foot (remember Podiatry?) was left till last. Don't ask me why. Maybe Kieran Mahan knows. Maybe Bo knows. I particularly recall those winter mornings when 'ole Doc D'Primio sauntered into class from his South Philly practice. Pat MacConnell probably loved him best I wonder it he still has that Mobil cap7 No one probably challenged and perplexed us more than California’s own Dr Bill Sanner We quickly forgot about all of those other heros as this legend from the western shore offered us our i