It can be so hard to know the implications of our very next endeavor. Back in 1962, when my mom was 6 months pregnant with me, my dad was accepted into a surgical training program in Edinburgh, Scotland. It was a program that was tough to get into and he fully intended to return to a teaching post in Kerala, a lush coastal state in India. But once there, the faculty urged him to "go to Chicago" for hard core trauma experience, in a surgical residency. So he shared the long term value of such a move with my mom, changed plans and sojourned to the Windy City. When I was around 2, my mom joined him and I was dotingly taken care of by my grandparents, particularly my mom's parents, I believe. Finally, just before turning 4, my father insisted that I join them in the U.S.
First Passport Photo
India Passport Agency, Copyright 1966 (click for larger image)