While we were there her cousin, Dave, complained about a pain in his hand. He had been bitten by a bee. So, my mother approached me and said, 'Gerry, you have to call a doctor.' I said, 'Mom, I am a doctor.' She didn't quite believe that I knew what I was doing. I treated Dave and the next day we left for the NIH in Washington, DC. And I can tell you long stories about our living situation there, maybe as they occur to me.

My main memory is of wonderful science going on at the NIH and the wonderful environment there. It was almost like a university campus. Now it's like an armed fort because you can't get out of the campus without a pass and there are guards all over the place. But then it was just an open, beautiful, verdant area where you could enjoy the outdoors with your children, walking, riding bikes. It was between Old Georgetown Road and the Wisconsin Avenue.

There were two big buildings, but the rest were fairly small. The one big building, which I entered immediately, was the Clinical Centre, Building 10. But the Clinical Centre had a lot of research going on, but there was a wonderful marriage of science and medicine, all together on separate parts of different floor. The other big building was Building 31, which was the administration building, not too far apart, and the rest was much smaller buildings which housed different research groups and different Institutes.