TL;DR: I grew up in a village in Holland where my father had retired after a military career in the Dutch army, and when I was 14 years old I decided that I wanted to be a doctor and bought a print of San Diego, a place of milk and honey where you could go swimming the year around.
Abstract: I grew up in a village in Holland where my father had retired after a military career in the Dutch army. When I was 14 years old I decided that I wanted to be a doctor. About that time, we had a visit from a distant relative who had been to America. He wanted to sell my father land in a faraway place called San Diego. I don't remember the sales pitch, but I do remember his description of San Diego: a place of milk and honey where you could go swimming the year around. In our village, you were lucky if you could go swimming once or twice a year. Mostly, it was too cold and gloomy. "Why don't we go?" I asked my father. "Not now," he said. "First, you graduate from high school." I was crushed. To soften my disappointment, my father bought a print of the