I’m spending a lot of time at home like the rest of us. I’ve found that my garden has never looked better and I’ve started weeding out some things I’ve had in the attic for awhile. Photos bring back memories of fun days with family and friends. I found a letter. It was tucked in the wrong place in a bookcase on a shelf I haven’t visited in a long time. It was from a professor in my Ph.D. program at Tennessee State University. He was our healthcare professor and had a long distinguished career at the Centers for Medicare and Medicaid Services (CMS) before joining the faculty. He had a quiet demeanor that fit well: he was an unquestioned expert in his field and didn’t need to make a lot of noise to be heard.But the letter. He was on my graduate committee but had relocated to North Carolina right before I was scheduled for the last step of my studies: my dissertation defense. He
