LET INGA TELL YOU: June 30 will be the 43rd anniversary of my former husband and I arriving in San Diego. A less auspicious beginning you’d be hard put to find. It had all started four years earlier shortly after my husband, a recent medical school graduate, and I were married in 1969 during the height of the Vietnam War. Mere weeks into his internship year, he received a letter asking if he wanted to go to Vietnam as a general medical officer, or serve two years after he’d finished his specialty training (a program called the Berry Plan). Well, that was pretty easy. A year of internship and three years of residency training later, we were assigned to San Diego.