It’s possible that there were pianos that Bob Comis didn’t like.
The luminary of clinical trials commandeered pianos wherever he found them—at hotel lounges and at the American Society of Clinical Oncology president’s receptions, where, year after year, he blasted his way through My Way.
Whether he was writing protocols for landmark clinical trials, banging on the keyboards of out-of-tune pianos, homing in on Comis-worthy Italian food in any city on the planet, or letting priceless zingers fly as he took on NCI and FDA over matters big and small, Comis didn’t do lukewarm. Couldn’t, probably.
Comis, who died suddenly May 10, 2017, went full-blast all the time. He was 71.
This is an excerpt of an article that was published in full in The Cancer Letter.
Vol. 43 No. 19 | May 12, 2017
