I once wrote about geriatrics for medical journals, but after I hung up up my white MD coat, I was anxious to further my interests. I have published poetry, short stories, and my novel, Square Affair, is coming out next year.  I once thought the town of my childhood was inconsequential, but I was wrong. Many things have changed since leaving there in the late sixties, but, thankfully, friends, family, and community have not. The town will always be a part of me, and recently I’ve become nostalgic. I want: farmer’s denim overalls, my show cow, Betsy, dust of a good harvest, the town square, a hot August day drinking lemonade under an oak, and the lonesome wail of a passing freight train. That past comes alive in my writing, allowing it be heard in the Chicago hustle, my current home.