Letter from the Publisher

When I think of concussions, my mind goes back to being a high school football cheerleader witnessing one of our players being taken down hard. He ended up not knowing which year it was for a little while. Or, I think of my paramedic days, when I’d be picking some poor person off the ground who was a little more than dazed. Now, and forever more, when I think of concussions, I’ll ...