Baltimore, a Memoir

It was July, 1975. I had completed my pathology residency and accepted the position of Assistant State Medical Examiner in Baltimore, Maryland. My salary had quadrupled since we were paid a pittance in residency. On the other hand, the increase had little impact on my joy.

I lived in a relatively comfortable one bedroom apartment. The apartment’s grounds held one of my favorite things, a tennis court.

It was there I played a psychiatry resident at Johns Hopkins, a Sikh Indian, who had played field hockey for Uganda, three years prior in the Olympics in Munich. He went from a novice to consistently beating me in a few short months. I discovered the attributes of this real athlete: great speed, great feel, and total focus. His team had finnished 15th among 16 field hockey teams but nevertheless he remembered his cheering countryman in a parade on his return to the Idi Amin led nation. Idi, of course, was a notorious dictator.

Tennis also provided my first peek at one of today’s admired vehicles. I once played with a tennis player who drove me to his favorite court in Baltimore in a 1972, BMW 2002Tii.There is one for sale at for $79,900 today. It would have been but a curiosity to most Americans back in the mid 70s.

Ultimately my tennis in Baltimore helped in my introduction to the love of my life, Kristine. More on that tomorrow…

H. Robert Rubin, best-selling, Amazon memoirist and author of Look Backward Angel, How Did I Get Through This? and Please Save the Third Dance for Me, all available on Amazon.