Rolling mid-west style

Due to popular demand, I have returned to my dear, beloved blog. I'm sure everyone has been checking pretty constantly over the past year, desperate for news about C.J. Especially after that last post -- how did the summer vacation go?

OK, major updates:

1. I'm a doctor
2. I live in St. Louis

And that's pretty much it. Over the coming months I will be sure to post pictures and stuff about the transition to a new city and new job (i.e. the transition from medical student to doctor).

For now, I will share an experience from a recent trip to the grocery store. So I went to the near-by grocery store to get some of the necessities (soda, cereal, milk). So my local grocery store is pretty diverse. I'm rolling down the soda aisle stocking up on DP when an somewhat elderly black lady asks if I could pick up a 12-pack of Sprite for her. I do and place it on the bottom of her cart. Then she asks if I can grab a 12-pack of lemonade for her. I oblige. Then some Indian lady comes up and slips her some money. The indian lady walks away. The black lady gets kind of weepy and says the other lady just bought her groceries and asks if I would give her a hug. I give her a hug. Then I walk away.