Between The Night Stalker (1972, 1974-1975) and Buffy the Vampire Slayer (1992, 1997-2003) came an occult investigator who switched from being a horror-comic host to a bona fide adventurer, brought together a burgeoning comic universe, and faded too soon. Along the way he rode the growing wave of 70s occultism and vampire fandom, attempted-- awkwardly-- to racially diversify comic books, and fought all manner of things that go bump in the night.

Imagine a man in his late thirties with black hair, Satan's goatee, and a vampire's fashion sense. Dark coats and cloaks fly back in the breeze, and he rarely makes the scene without his bolo tie. He lives in a mansion and battles the ancient, eldritch Dark Gods. He takes his tea with sorceresses and witch doctors. His circle of friends includes a psychic medium and a vampire with a soul or, at least, a conscience. For a time, he became a werewolf-- a trying experience, to be sure, but one which gave…

I have order forms for genetic testing for antidepressant drugs. I've had them for at least three years. In fact, my forms are probably out of date because they update the forms regularly. Have I used one yet?

Nope.

Why not?

With a new patient complaint for depression, what appears on the schedule is "need antidepressant". My shortest visit is 25 minutes. The patient gets weighed, comes in the room and has a seat. I am usually standing, with my laptop on a mayo tray. The…

Now my mother is living alone with the TV as the oversized non-HD eyeball staring back at her one way. She has been living this way for nine years or so, since my father dug a hole to run electric to a house he built and died almost instantly from a heart attack. Now she lives a block away from her beloved beach and boardwalk but seldom sets foot off her block. She totters only to the 7-11 and only travels elsewhere when people take her to get groceries. Before, it…