Emphatic Win For Pre-Service Removal In Eliquis MDL

Recently, in downsizing our elderly father to a smaller residence and cleaning out his house, we came upon a cassette recording of our too-many-decades-ago Bat Mitzvah. We dug an old boom box out of the basement, listened to our sweet 13-year-old voice, and allowed the waves of nostalgia to wash over us.  We remembered the dress we wore (pink and white) and the upturned faces of our proud relatives (including all four grandparents, the first of whom would depart the very next year).  We recalled the home-cooked food at the "open house" at our home that evening (this was a different era – and tax bracket – than those occupied by cousins who have recently thrown six-figure extravaganzas for their children's events) and the elusive (for us) sense of religious affiliation. For the thirty minutes of that cassette tape, we were transported.