I had prostrate surgery a week ago and while all of that left me a little diminished, there wasn't an alternative. It also left me with new respect for our fine but small Copper Queen hospital here in Bisbee. Small town America still thrives, at least in this part of Arizona. Kudos to the director Jim Dickson, and also to the medical and nursing staff.
Jim moved here from New York, where he was a hospital director. New York does regulate its hospitals extensively, but that was outside my policy division's responsibilities, thank goodness.
In researching websites on the issues for benign prostrate hyperplasia, I noticed something striking: the websites from England, Australia, and New Zealand are often without advertisements; the ones in the U.S. are drowning in advertisements. Why do we permit everything we do almost everywhere to be surrounded by a forest of ads? Free speech here too often means "sponsored speech," "commercial speech"