ABSTRACT
Early in August of 1966, we left Beirut for Finland on our way to Stanford. The departure this time was far less traumatic than the previous time I left for the United States. Actually I remember little of who came to bid farewell at the airport. The fact that I was now leaving under better circumstances than eight years earlier made it easier. I was now happily remarried and heading for a new career. There was far less for my parents to worry about. And our separation did not loom as large. We could come back and visit them every year.
