Abstract
This is a personal historical essay on meanderings through the jungle of the microcirculatory swamp. Because one pretends that the wandering was purposefully exploratory, a few guideposts are placed at positions where one could discern blaze-marks from earlier wanderers, and the path cut a little wider along some of the routes that may be enjoyed by investigators wanting to put their blazes along more distant paths. Naturally, one starts by coming up the broad rivers, then branching into the little streams. Each of us chooses to seek a different "mother lode," up a different stream.