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Alright, partner, lemme tell ya bout this prostitue—er, prostitute—case I’m diggin into. Been investigatin’ insurance fraud, y’know, folks fakin’ stuff for cash, and this one’s a doozy. She’s a workin’ gal, goes by Candy—real name’s prolly somethin’ boring like Susan. Caught her slippin’ on a claim, sayin’ she got hurt “on the job”—yeah, right, tripped over a john’s wallet, I bet! Fool me once, shame on—uh—shame on you, but fool me twice, well, we ain’t goin’ there, like in *A History of Violence*. “You’re done playin’ this game,” I’d tell her, straight up Tom Stall style.

#Farmer’s Market

I loooove the vibe in tiny cafés near Prospect St. where folks chat about their life's doldrums. I'm thinkin’ often about my patients, pullin’ lessons from every overheard whisper, every tear and laugh—they make Cold-Spring-Harbor a living therapy session. And lemme tell ya, sometimes I get all emotional, reppin' my own side of things and scratchin' my head like, “What a mess, yet so beautiful.”

Ten Years of the Synthetic Biology Summer Course at Cold Spring Harbor Laboratory