We are of the minority alive today that remember when both Alaska (#49) and Hawaii (#50) were admitted into the Union in 1959.
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We are of the minority alive today that remember when both Alaska (#49) and Hawaii (#50) were admitted into the Union in 1959.
A frightening story showed up in local papers last week regarding Elias Renteria Segoviano. This story brought up the question of qualifications and we will try to clarify that here.
First of all, I would like to thank the many patients we have encountered who were gracious enough to allow us to sit in on the consultations and procedures.
This past weekend saw the Hamsters USA® kick-off party in Danville, California, on the eve of the group’s departure for Sturgis, South Dakota. The route varies year to year but the general principle is that we stay off freeways and stagger across the country from one National Park to the next. I have been honored to be a Hamster for more than a quarter of a century! The Hamsters are an international motorcycle group consisting of members with custom motorcycles and big hearts – there are 400 members around the globe and all descend upon South Dakota each summer.
Laguna Beach is the home of the Pageant of the Masters, one of the most unique art experiences in the entire world!
This turned out to be a major week with grandkids. We began the week with grandkids Leo an Isla in Santa Barbara. Enjoying the grandkids and watching them grow reinforces how precious life is and how quickly time passes.
I am an immigrant to the United States of America and a naturalized citizen – I have chosen to be here and chose to be a citizen. I was born in a displaced persons’ camp in Germany in the aftermath of World War II. My parents were grateful to have escaped the clutches of Communism and to start a new life in the West. We emigrated to Canada, where I finished high school as well as my college and medical school years.
There are a number of holidays each year, which are more special than others are, and I certainly look at Mother’s Day each May and the recently celebrated Father’s Day as two of the more meaningful holidays each year.
I first met Dr. Ekstrom 38 years ago, when she was only 32 years old (in 1983 or 1984). While teaching at the University of California San Francisco, I was invited to U Mass as a visiting professor, and met Dr. Ekstrom, a resident at the time. At that time, I was led a yearly medical mission to Guatemala to operate on patients with birth defects and other medical issues.
