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Column: The quiet disappearance of conversation
Tom Greene 2025
I’ve been to the doctor twice this year, ostensibly for strained vocal cords. Like I’d spent a week calling the Dawgs at Sanford Stadium. I didn’t. After two unpleasant vocal cord scopes, it turns out my cords aren’t strained at all. They’re atrophied. The doctor’s advice? Talk more.