PUMPING IRONY: Worrisome Advice?

There are few scenarios as stress-producing for this septuagenarian as sitting in a doctor’s office. My…

PUMPING IRONY: Take Two Bean Sprouts and Call Me in the Morning

Among the more popular mantras that pervaded the local food co-op movement during the mid-1970s, none…

PUMPING IRONY: Eat Less, Live Longer?

I once tracked my daily caloric intake in college for a nutrition class project, and it…

PUMPING IRONY: The Price of Prevention

There’s nothing like a global pandemic to shift an old guy’s thinking about vaccines. Before COVID…

PUMPING IRONY: Don’t Just Sit There, Do Something!

I like to think of myself as a moderately active septuagenarian. On a fairly regular basis,…

PUMPING IRONY: Forever Young?

Let’s just imagine, for the sake of argument, that you’re trudging through your late 60s, feeling…

PUMPING IRONY: A Parley With Parkinson’s

I’m reasonably confident that I don’t have Parkinson’s disease, though my old pal Leo, who does,…

PUMPING IRONY: Operating Principles

Well into her 70s, Mom was still doing some yardwork, hauling clothes down to the basement…

PUMPING IRONY: Just Business as Usual

If you harbored any doubts about the bureaucratic machinations that led to the approval of Biogen’s…

PUMPING IRONY: “Kinless” but Not Hopeless

I sometimes worry about my old pal Leo. He’s 80 years old, scuffling with Parkinson’s, and…