From the President’s Desk
January 2025—If a much younger version of me could time-travel from the 1980s to today, that young man with his full head of hair would be hard-pressed to recognize modern pathology practice. Forty years ago, I was the junior member in a private practice group in New Orleans. There were five of us in the group, covering three hospitals, with four of us based at the largest facility and one pathologist at the second hospital. And one of us would occasionally travel to the third facility, a 60-bed small-town hospital about 80 miles away, to do prescheduled frozen sections. (Can you guess who got that responsibility? I became very familiar with long-distance driving at 6:00 AM.)