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...supplements and health food represents unreasonable expectations of our ability to control aging. Such purchases only distract from what is truly important: taking the realistic steps necessary to delay age-related disease. I will read Weil's entire book and recommend this article to my patients. John Kaufmann, M.D. Boca Raton, Florida, U.S. With his baby-bottom complexion and piano-player hands, Weil is unlikely to find his advice accepted by those of us who put up drywall, frame houses, work with horses and repair trucks and cars. By age 60, we are so beat up that eating biscuits...
...vitamin supplements and health food represents unreasonable expectations of our ability to control aging. Such purchases only distract from what is truly important: taking the steps necessary to delay age-related disease. I will read Weil's entire book and recommend this article to my patients. JOHN KAUFMANN, M.D. Boca Raton...
...some things I did know about him: he had back problems; he could hardly walk; he was a doctor who served in the Second World War; he was something of a philanderer. He raised my mother and her sister as Reform Jews in Squirrel Hill, sort of like the Boca Raton of Pittsburgh. They belonged to a Jewish country club where they celebrated the holidays. Mom and Dad decided to raise my sister and me as Jews, saddling us with a rich tradition of good jokes and gefilte fish and guilt. Another thing I know about...
...Every time I tee up, I expect to shoot at least even par.”And, said Hynes, “he doesn’t wate any shots. I don’t expect [that performance] to be a one time thing.”A Boca Raton, Fla. native, Shore is unfazed by New England weather. He has played in this kind of weather before, and anyway, “the weather is what it is,” he said. “[The bottom line is] the ball has to drop into the hole...
...were, without a doubt however, warned against this sort of young love. Mother, Oprah, and that same aunt (then with her second husband who owned a yacht in Boca) repeatedly uttered to us during family reunions, Florida vacations, and late-night talks on the summer house porch: “Wait, wait, wait.” Each would explain in initially self-righteous tones and subsequently half-veiled pleas that a woman just doesn’t know herself till she’s 30. They’d raise their voices and stare us down, one hand clutching...