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The time is July, 1988, and Dwayne is admitted to the child psych ward. I am his medical student. The diagnosis (from memory today, more than 30 years later) was borderline autism accompanied by various social and behavioral issues. Physically he was short and slight, even for his age, which was around 8 years, and he wore glasses that highlighted a somewhat vacant/absent look, and he spoke with a serious lisp. His f

ALTHOUGH Mulligan’s, the miniature golf course in my neighborhood, is now closed for the season, I still get the tiniest of buzzes when I spy the simple fairways and the concrete moose en route to or from the freeway. Mind you, my desire to play miniature golf is right up there with my desire to eat excessively-sweetened breakfast cereal while watching cheaply-produced Saturday morning television. Nevertheless, the p