dr. colburn. how do i do what i need to do that's both efficient and effective? what drives me to do that? blue cross/blue shield knows my profile as well as every other insurer in oklahoma. they know whether i'm an efficient physician. they know whether i order excess tests. they actually have a profile -- every insurance company in this country knows everything about every doctor's purchasing habits. they actually measure each doctor by what it costs them to care for an identical diagnosis. one of the things that's happening to medicare patients, because doctors are opting out, the people who are not opting out of medicare are not the best physicians. the ones that are opting out are the wunones that don't need medicare patients. so market forces should reward doctors who are efficient, and get there. well, who knows that? medicare knows it, too, but you know it's anybody that wants to -- as long as you qualify for medicare, you're eligible, you're going to get paid. there's no market force on the quality of the physician, but there is, if i'm way outside for b

colburn. i went down to 125th street in harlem that night, tonight dr. king king was assassinated. overturning cars sitting trashcan fires and hurling bricks and businesses. intakes close appliances and whatever else they can carry. not everyone else alluded in fact. most of the crowd continued to do see the king is dead and black power and it was enough for the cops to swing clubs, shoot their pistols and make arrests. before he could handcuff me and put me into the paddy wagon, a group of writers across the street from the police car over to the cop told me to stay put and ran towards the writers. i was scared, but i wasn't. i took a front in the opposite direction. i blend in with the group of writers who try to figure out which way to go. a group of cops headed toward us. some writers ran into a clothing store those be booted. i followed. the cops swung clubs and made arrests. my heart pounded as they read into the back of the store and from the back door leading to an alley. i gasp for air as i ran down the alley and was stopped by with a. the cop came into the alley. caulfiel