I had been to a winter medical meeting in San Diego in 1977. While there, I picked up a blue, windbreaker. As I recall, it had a very small sailboat and the words San Diego in white on the upper left corner of the chest.

In March of 1977, I met my future spouse, Kristine, at an art school open house one Sunday. It was late winter in Baltimore. I was wearing blue jeans, I believe a blue work shirt, but definitely that same blue windbreaker.

So here I am in San Diego, writing this, where we have lived for almost 30 years. If someone had told me when I walked into that art school that I would meet a woman with whom I would live the last years of my life in the city emblazoned on my windbreaker, I would have thought twice about their sanity. So much for bookends.