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

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post doctoral symposium on The Essence of Biomechanics. The Key was the hand signal Put your hands together people! Let's discuss midtarsal lomt motion of the foot! It's all True (A). False (B). mostly True (C), or mostly False on Tuesdays (D). but it could be all of the above (E). Your confusion. And so we came to January 1988 The new year not only brought the cold, but 15 tests in 12 days, or something hKe that. It was referred to as January Hell. The faculty threw the curve balls, but our average stayed, somehow, at .700. Speaking of which, the spring of '88 brought SOFTBALL! Spring days offered afternoon delight and a respite from the shadow of final exams. The days grew warm once again, and we began to realize that a class had arisen from the previous winter storms, and that we were feelin’ alright Anthony Acello was the star of first base. That combined with Wayne Dubner at third. Rob Donaldson at center, and Joel Gluck as the Ump. made for some heated afternoons on the diamond. The battle for the team’s slugger spot grew between this writer and the new kid on the block. Mark Stephens I think he wound up batting clean up. That may have been the time of young Dr McGlamry's first bike mishap — but I could be wrong. We can’t close out the story of the first year without mentioning a few other specific incidents. During the Spring of '88 we had a course where together we analyzed and scrutinized the complexity of the human nervous system Our instructor, a crafty old scholar from across the big pond, who produced children at age 60. expounded on various esoteric structures such as the Pons. Caudate. the Olive, and its three martini lunch Dateline: June 2. 1988. the day before our Neuro final the class gets together for a review with Dr. Roberts. To no avail. Dr. Churchill wrote it while 'ol Doc Roberts was off writing Beatle music. And so we have that. Dateline: June 3. 1988 around 1:00pm. The date which lives forever in the worst nightmares of Sandy Mannu and Lee Newman- the Apocalyptic Roof Party. Never before in the annals of PCPM have so many people been allowed to have a good time in one day. Hell, even Linda Hill came Those of you who were there may. or may not. remember much. It actually made a 10 on the Donaldson Scale (9.5 American) Never have so few worked so hard that so many might get blitzed That was the first year All that, and so much more. Did I mention Tammy's noteservice? I think Charles Schultz sued her on copyright infnngments Most of us were catching rays on the rool while all of this went on OK. so Urda wasn't. Excuse me' We made it, and emerged united. The EXPERIMENTAL YEAR survived the slings and arrows of outrageous fortuna and took arms against a sea of noteservice to be able to party during the second year And that's no Quotable The second year dawned suddenly on our group — catching us in the middle of the blissful complacency that summer brings — drinking it in like a cold beer Make mine Labatts. After a season that included moving out of the dorms, the Class of 1991 re entered the star-spangled halls of PCPM, already dreading that which was to be our biggest challenge that year. It was called Pharmacology. That episode, together with its dungeon master (affectionately known as Uncle Milad. shall I write for you”) produced more gray hair and alcoholic gastritis, than all that funky stuff that went trembling in our seats, as that giant of the First-Pass Mechanism intoned secret incantations, produced whirling chemical formulae, and dazzled us with his mastery of the spoken word Such diabolical linguistic prowess had us running for the exits, especially when forcing us to respond to his horrific query. Does it 'crease or ‘crease’ And if such torment wasn't enough, he would turn the knife even more with the dreaded Friday morning (hangover) quiz! This proceeded to drive those hearty few who elected to remain in class insane Wiping the tears from my eyes (and gulping another swig ol bourbon) I move on As my pulse returns to semi-normal, I recall two other courses of delight that we engorged ourselves on that fateful year. For without a doubt. Microbiology had to be the comic relief from that other course Where else could we be entertained daily by Uncle Carl Abramson Prince of the 8orsch Belt comedians? His stand-up routines on the wonders of Shigella. Vibrio cholera, and Vag itch left 'em truly rolling in the aisles. Someone always recognized the girls in his slides (We won't mention any names. Robbie.) Not to mention all the way to Diamond Dave Axler's office. That reminds me. remember the Ax-Man's viral routine’ He must be into the Cos. since they both sit down while delivering their schtick Paging Dr Axler Smith-KIme is calling! But. alas, gentle readers, we have not yet touched on that rare organism thing that we all were infected with that year. Not since the isolation of D strelecky by Dr C. Vecchia in 1989 had there been so virulent a bug as B terleckyi Yes. this zoophilic. halophile

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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

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invaded all of us at that time, like some Hungarian mghtstalker. hungry for our media. Its major symptoms included: 1) an uncontrollable urge to define glyeocalyx. 2) a passion for Thayer Martin media, and 3) violent episodes of pseudomembranous colitis, incited by Clostridium difficile assuaged only by oral ciprofloxacin The memory lingers, as do the purple blotches from performing eight million gram stans (six million during practical) With a loading dose ol Gent, we move on. Does anyone remember a course called Pathology? I don't, I never went Jerry Galmus might. He gets the Perfect Attendance Award for that one. And so we have that. Pathomechamcs . yes doctors. In point of fact, this course was interesting if only in that we were told to remove all the garbage we learned during the previous year in biomechanics and toss it in the garbage This as to replace it was the Little lion's version (Those kissing ass tor The Graduate please cover your eyes) The bearded wonder with the Rolex amazed us with his automobile selection, rapier-like wit. and his uncanny ability with words like yutz. I think that one had something to do with a coalition . . . 7 Yes. Doctor McGlamry7 Time passed quickly. The year began to fly by as the heavy hitters came to bat Physical Diagnosis and [d Hamaty's band of lung sounds (stridor anyone’); Onychopathy and Charles Krause; General Surgical Principles, and osteopaths who only had medical, not podiatnc, examples of cases; Psychiatry, and that now infamous S E X lecture that sent Cinzia and Dee Dee screaming out of the room, blushing for the first time in years, and let's not forget Gerontology, where the only pertinent codicil was Just because there's snow on the roof — doesn't mean the fire's out below What's the point. Art7 Radiology Noops and blunders: mandatory attendance and guest lecturers waking up to find Dr Christman asleep. We love ya Rob! Or was that the time when the Nadine-woman. in Peri-operative Protocol discussed taking the fold on the everted cuff ... or something. Neither got us Hershey tickets. Intro to Pod Surgery gave us our first glimpse of Dr. Fox and his electronic attendance. He should try retina scan it's all the rage in the 23rd century. But. friends, we cannot forget second year's continuing sage of dueling biomechanics professors PCPM style. Tag team Whitney on Orthodigita in Podiatnc Orthopaedics (did you by the books, or the WHITNEY DEVICES-available for only 99.95 (150.00 Canadian) for a limited time only. We take VISA1 This combined with W.S. Sanner. DPM on footgear, and how to overcharge tor molded shoes I think Ken brought in Orthodigita cookies that mom made, for the final (Nobody remembers Orthodigita. but we do!!) lastly, the Spring of 1989 gave us our first meeting with the biggies. Dig Met Surgery Here the Doctors Trio and the Midwest Twins (C'mon Junior, let's get this over with!) dazzled us with how far Podiatry has come, and how much you can get away with. I can't wait for Rearfoot' (shouts Rich Scrip). Screw me baby. I'm hypermoNIe' Are two little screws better than one big one7 Ask Wayne Dubner. The second year left us almost as brain dead as did the first. Just, by now. we were used to the head butts and kicks in the privates, just don't bend-over We looked forward to summer — or did we7 Clime, that Ultimate Behemoth, loomed on our horizons. So did the Boards. QUICKIES! Do you recall . . . 1) Joel Gluck's Pimp outfits? 2) Nerd Punk parties. 3) Steve Lorynski's questions in class . 4) Steve Gordon on trumpet7 5) Cornell attire m Pathomechamcs . . and what came after 6) Strange Canadien rituals7 7) Roberto Araujo as The Prez! 8) National Board Review Guides 9) A burr is a burr is a burr . This year was brought to you by W.G Dotzman Noteservice Inc. We never sleep! (With a little help from the load man.) Out third year was heralded by a wind of change. And on that current drifted the dying moans of two late July days where the Experimental Year experienced the National Boards; but gaming strength with each passing hour was a fresher breeze; a draught that would catch-up our innocence, and spirit it away like the passing night. For as our clinical years began, so did the transformation of us all. from the raw stuff of the classroom, into physicians. For as long as we live, we shall never forget those splendid days of third year clinic. Remember those7 Times when we really didn't know anything, but acted like we did — at least in front of the patients Everything was new to us. and with the guidance and protection of our stalwart 4th years (if you could find them) we would approach the gods and rendor our puny diagnoses Where upon Dr Lemont would say. No. it's not a wart, it doesn't have that classic warty presentation What you have here