I am becoming more and more of a fan of Dr. Steven Schlozman. You may recall my past posts (linked to here) about his expertise in zombies and how he uses that expertise to explain in a memorable way the workings of our brains. This morning I read a touching post he wrote for his Psychology Today blog. He wrote about a man who just died, a man with a doctorate in storytelling, a man who sounded like a wonderfully unique artist. This storyteller was called Brother Blue (aka Dr. Hugh Morgan Hill).
Dr. Schlozman was sorry that he only just learned of Brother Blue and never met him; the two men lived not far from each other. Schlozman describes the importance of storytelling.
As a physician and perhaps especially as a psychiatrist, I find stories as necessary as oxygen. I am an obligate listener, not only because it is my job (though I am lucky enough that it is) but because stories make me feel.
Although he never met him, Dr. Schlozman had seen Dr. Hill in the movie Knightriders.
For now, I will remember him puffing on the harmonica in Knightriders, butterflies painted on his face and forehead, a little bit sad but always smiling, as he watches humans go through the motions of trying to understand. I know this is maudlin, but I will miss him despite having seen him only once, in one movie, and it bugs me that I work in the same town where he passed on. Perhaps going forward I can look around more carefully. I don't want to miss another one.
Yes, I like this Dr. Schlozman.
Note: Another article about Brother Blue from the Boston Globe. Read it. Did it lift your spirits?



