Paul McCartney wrote a simply rotten “Christmastime”
Crafting a Christmas classic, apparently, is harder than it looks. The successful ones tap into the holiday to reach real emotionality, like in “The Christmas Waltz,” if they’re lucky enough to have a vocalist with enough pathos (Nat King Cole, Karen Carpenter) to pull it off. Here McCartney throws everything he can at the song—a droning children’s choir, a toast to raise a glass—but nothing works. It sounds like what it was, a guy monkeying around with an electronic music machine, except in this case the guy was Paul McCartney, which means that this song gets dragged out every single December, still netting him $400,000 a year. The rest of us are only gifted with an overplayed suckfest that sets our teeth on edge. Merry Christmas to you, Sir Paul.
Dr. Roberta Miller hits the road at 8 a.m. to see her patients near Schenectady, N.Y. Many are too old or sick to go to the doctor. So the doctor comes to them.
“You can evaluate the person as a whole,” says Miller, who has been a home care physician for more than 20 years. Although Miller’s practice may harken back to the country doctor of decades past, it could be the future of medicine.
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