Nonfiction | March 01, 2004

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Wilbur Reston was already in the intensive care unit of the tiny Florida hospital when I arrived at 2:30 A.M.  I had been doing a series of temp jobs after having completed my medical residency at New York City’s Bellevue Hospital and now found myself in a small town on the Gulf Coast.

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