A Twelve Year Milestone

It was August 23, 1994, when my Delta flight from Austria landed in JFK in New York. I was wearing a black pair of jeans with four or five $100 bills sewn into it by my mother. I was tired, homesick, and had a full bladder! As you can imagine, it was precisely 12 years ago when I used a urinal for the first time, thinking to myself, "these Americans don't care much about privacy, do they?"

It has been a great run, no urologic pun intended, and I owe a debt of gratitude to my parents and family for being a source of constant support and encouragement. I love you all.