
I’m not a real statistician, and you can be one too I was strolling around Cork hand-in-hand with Cara on a bright, Irish summer evening. It was the finest place on earth. I was in a suit and tie - untucked, unbuttoned and loose, except for my dress shoes, two sizes too small because they were the only ones I could find at the…
My 2 cents

My 2 cents
Ranting, musing and learning about statistics, epidemiology, clinical trials, and academia.
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