College and Medical School


Outside my first apartment near ASU.	The motorcycle that replaced my blown-out Ford. It got from Sunnyslope to my job at Legend City in Tempe before I moved out to ASU my first semester.	ASU provided me the first opportunity to play soccer on an organized team. I am the proud player in the middle, front row.	On my first trip back to Europe in the summer of 1965, I caught a ride to Italy with a school friend and took in the great Cathedral of Milan.
Uncle Rudy, Tante Tütti, and my cousin at their chalet in Travemunde. It was during my visit with them that I realized I was really an American.	With Oma, my mother’s mother, in Württemberg. The East Germans allowed my grandmother to move to the West to live with her daughter only after my grandfather had died.	Harman’s Kentucky Fried Chicken. As a poor student at ASU, I took advantage of their Thursday all-you-can-eat pancake special for forty-five cents.	El Barco Comedor was one of the restaurants I worked at in Legend City. I was scheduled to work here the day JFK was assassinated, but was sent home when we closed to observe the tragedy.
Maler’s Red Barn Fried Chicken, another restaurant I worked at in Legend City. It closed when the whole theme park went belly up in 1964.	I left ASU hopeful about my future in medicine, and was honored when the Tempe Daily News ran a story on my receiving the Fred. G. Holmes Memorial Scholarship.	Graduation portrait, Arizona State University, 1967.	A picture from my soccer days in college. I have always believed that athletics are essential to living a healthy and whole life.
On the soccer field at University of Arizona.	This little VW got me around Tucson during my med school days, until it was totaled in an accident the summer before my junior year. I was lucky to come out of it alive.	The new University of Arizona Medical School as it looked when I graduated in 1971.	With my parents, Mutti and Vati, during my time as a med student at U of A.
On a road trip to Mexico with friends.	The house I shared with my med-student friends on Camino Miraflores in Tucson in the late 1960s.	Another photograph of me with my parents, this one after the car accident in Tucson. I sported a beard for many months to cover up the scars on my chin.	I was still sporting some stubble to hide the scars from my accident months later.