When I arrived in America in 1981 at the age of 20, I had no experience or money and didn’t even know how to use an American payphone. Since then it’s been a wonderful road leading to this book and my life as an assistant professor at two University of Colorado campuses. I am such a lucky man to have met so many wonderful people.
First, to my wife, Kera, who moved mountains to help with graphics, meals, dictations, keeping me working, and sustaining a nominal level of sanity in our house. Thank you, Kera.
To my mother, Adeline, who was always there to encourage me, even in the darkest of times when I almost dropped out of electrical engineering. To my sister, Vivi, who keeps me grounded, and my late brother Murray, a constant ...