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After graduating from the U of A in’64 (pre-med, chem. major), I
went to medical school in Boston, and except for my internship
year in San Diego, have been on the east coast ever since.
While in medical school, I married Anne Marie Peters from
Tucson. We were blessed with a daughter, Kirsten, who is an
artist and musician (day job: hospital data analyst) now living
near Arcata, CA. I wish she were closer so we could see her
more often. Anne Marie and I divorced amicably in 1975.
After completing my training in psychiatry, I served two years as
a Navy psychiatrist. My practice pattern after the Navy makes
me an increasingly endangered species: I am in solo outpatient
practice in a rural area (coastal CT). I remarried in 1977. My
wife, Candace, is a psychiatric nurse clinician and the mother of
our son Matthew age 30. He is an environmental consultant
whose longstanding passion is clean air: most of his work is in
implementing the use of alternative energy sources. He
currently lives and works in Boston and we see him frequently.
Although Candy and I know we already have more than our
share of blessings: healthy grown children who are wonderful
caring people, work we love, and activities we enjoy (skiing, the
ocean—except sometimes during hurricane season—and some
travel), we hope that our lives may include still another blessing
at some point: one or more grandchildren to love. After a very
long absence, I am looking forward to seeing classmates again
and learning about the paths they have traveled for these last
50 years. Does anyone know how it can possibly be that many
years since we graduated?
went to medical school in Boston, and except for my internship
year in San Diego, have been on the east coast ever since.
While in medical school, I married Anne Marie Peters from
Tucson. We were blessed with a daughter, Kirsten, who is an
artist and musician (day job: hospital data analyst) now living
near Arcata, CA. I wish she were closer so we could see her
more often. Anne Marie and I divorced amicably in 1975.
After completing my training in psychiatry, I served two years as
a Navy psychiatrist. My practice pattern after the Navy makes
me an increasingly endangered species: I am in solo outpatient
practice in a rural area (coastal CT). I remarried in 1977. My
wife, Candace, is a psychiatric nurse clinician and the mother of
our son Matthew age 30. He is an environmental consultant
whose longstanding passion is clean air: most of his work is in
implementing the use of alternative energy sources. He
currently lives and works in Boston and we see him frequently.
Although Candy and I know we already have more than our
share of blessings: healthy grown children who are wonderful
caring people, work we love, and activities we enjoy (skiing, the
ocean—except sometimes during hurricane season—and some
travel), we hope that our lives may include still another blessing
at some point: one or more grandchildren to love. After a very
long absence, I am looking forward to seeing classmates again
and learning about the paths they have traveled for these last
50 years. Does anyone know how it can possibly be that many
years since we graduated?
Last Updated: September 2010
