On Friday, the University of New Mexico’s School of Medicine graduated 62 new physicians. One of them was my son Eric.
The parents were probably seeing, in those black gowns and caps, a much smaller version of the doctor-to-be, riding tricycles, catching bugs, playing sports, dressing up for Halloween.
We can also assume that these shining stars owed their presence here to the influence of some key people in their lives. In our case it was Miss Wolpert.