This book is what happens when a retired medical doctor who has led an interesting career has supper with a lawyer who dabbles in publishing, whose daughter-in-law is an editor. Notes collected over twenty years of medical school, internship, residency, research leading to a Sc.D., an Army commission and medical mission to Russia, and teaching in medical school can be turned into a book of anecdotes. These sound remarkably like the sorts of stories which such a surgeon might tell at the dining-room table over ... and perhaps they are. A few of these stories are genuinely interesting. For example, the woman who ate three squirrels full of birdshot and appeared on x-ray as if she herself has been shot but presented no entry wounds. Some are genuinely funny. For example, the interns sent to give a woman a whirlpool bath in Betadine who used Betadine scrub (a kind of soap) instead of Betadine solution (which does not bubble) and lost the patient briefly in the mound of red suds created by the water jets. One of the problems which this book suffers is that humour changes over time. The first events in the book are from 1976. Paying back demanding patients by giving them an overdose of laxative may have been funny in the Seventies, but it seems more like grounds for a malpractice suit today. Comments about the physical attributes of nurses may have been the norm in the Seventies but it is the grounds for a gender-based lawsuit today. The antics of alcoholic and drug addicts may have been funny in the Seventies, but they are tragic, pathetic and not at all comedic today. Dr Waymack seems like a mighty fine fellow who led a mildly interesting professional life, but he is man of his times, an only average writer, and you don't need to read his book.