So how does a young man flunk out of high school with a GPA of 0.95 and spend time in two different jails in two distinct countries, only to become a board-certified physician? Only in America and only with the miraculous.

This began as a letter to his grandchildren, their children, and their children. To float a souvenir down the generational river introducing he and his family to any kin searching the family tree. "Family stuff" is the most interesting, is it not?

His stories become mile markers on the road through the craziness of the 1960s, family and military life, getting into medical school, and parenting four offspring.

These accounts prompt both laughter and tears. They give us glimpses into that guarded realm of medicine and the many faces of human nature.