My favorite read of the HMS med school memoirs because Thomas is the kind of narrator who charms through self-deprecation. He faults his memory, laments his intelligence, praises the nurses, encourages male silence, and fondly remembers needing to donate blood to make money during residency. “MA law in 1937 stipulated that a blood donor was entitled to a pint of whiskey; at the Boston City Hospital the pint was Golden Wedding.” Thomas was grateful for his own wedding to medicine.