As I sat in the waiting room of the radiology and imaging department of my hospital on Monday, waiting for my name to be called for my liver ultrasound, I noticed with some pleasure that, in lieu of the typical old issues of Time, People, Entertainment Weekly, U.S. News, et. al that normally adorn such waiting rooms, they had a fairly large collection of National Review back issues. Very unexpected, but I thought it was pretty cool.
(Before you begin: no, I don’t know what’s up. I went to my yearly physical, had some blood drawn, they noticed a couple of my liver enzyme counts were high, so my PCP ordered an ultrasound. I’ll let y’all know what it means when I know what it means)