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Early days of my residency at Tufts New England Medical Center. Albert Shen, the chief resident my first year, is on my immediate left. |
 Performing brain surgery at Tufts in the 1970s; I niched out into spinal neurosurgery at Barrow Neurological Institute ten years later. |
With my career on track, I could focus on my personal life. I met a young nursing student named Lynne during my internship at U of A in 1972. |
A visit back to Phoenix in 1974 brought Lynne and me back in touch. We were married four days later. |
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My new bride after our return to Boston in the spring of 1974. As a nurse, Lynne understood the demands of my profession, but those early years were very rough on her. |
 With Lynne during a visit back to Phoenix the first fall of our marriage. |
 Outside the flat in Fenway Park that I brought my new wife home to. |
Short breaks with Lynne also kept me sane, such as one we took to Maine. |
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As I looked when I finished my residency in 1977. I passed up an offer to stay on in an academic position at Tufts and accepted a position as attending doctor in Youngstown Ohio. |
Running a 10-K in Youngstown. Soccer and other sports have always provided a much-needed relief from the tension that is part and parcel of neurosurgery. |
At home in Ohio. It didn’t take us long to realize the place was not a good match for us. |
We stayed in Youngstown just long enough to welcome our first child, Alissa, who arrived in 1978. This photo was taken a few months after we returned to Arizona. |
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With both our families in Arizona, Lynne and I took a gamble on moving back. I had been warned that if I wanted to practice neurosurgery in Phoenix, I would starve. |
A photo taken on an early trip back to Germany with Lynne. I will always be proud of my German roots. |
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