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Channeling My Inner Crusty Old Grandpa

In the summer of 1993, I had to get vaccinated against tuberculosis. The institution of higher learning I was planning to attend that fall required it as one of their conditions for being allowed to move into on-campus student housing. So I rolled up my sleeves and got my shot. Not merely because that doctor’s note was my golden ticket to the dorm, but also because I’m just a tad bit partial to not catching tuberculosis. Funny how there was nothing offensive or political about mandatory vaccination in 1993. Not that I’m implying anything. Just sayin’. 😉