Los Angeles, California
A would be middle-child who ended up first born. I somehow arrived in a place I never thought I’d be — happily married, family man, working at a prestigious medical center well past a third decade now, and in technology. Just don’t ask me to explain it… I once described myself this way:
“Born in the 50s, grew up in the 60s, but I survived the 70s.”
Truth be told, what I really get out of doing this blog (hopefully) is a chance to put some of me out there in the ether for the benefit of my children.
My role as father in the family makes it difficult for them to gather much beyond that. Naturally, after they discover that their old man really didn’t have anything deep to say about life and the popular arts, they can move on to puzzle out why mom married this guy. Remember kids: if you’ve grown up, got educated, have a successful enough career to afford the psychoanalysis, you can always blame all of your craziness on your father… ;-).
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