Stanford Hospital, Stanford, California. My mother was a fifth-generation San Franciscan, but apparently I was six weeks premature, and surprised them all quite soundly, so they didn't want to risk the longish drive to make me a 6th-gen. *grin*. But Stanford Hospital is a great place, especially if one is going to be born weighing three pounds nine ounces and threatening to check out early every five minutes. I'm alive today. 'Nuff said. ;)

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