My head was always bubbling over with facts and it seems to me this had little to do with my paying close attention in school and more to do with my voracious and omnivorous reading habits.

Most of my teachers probably found I made less trouble if they let me read.

The 1970s, the decade of my teenage years, was a transitional period in American youth culture.

There are relatively few experiments in atomic physics these days that don't involve the use of a laser.

After a semester or so, my infatuation with computers burnt out as quickly as it had begun.

Keep everything in perspective if you wish to be happy. For example... Losing an arm is more an inconvenience than a catastrophe. Things could be a lot worse so why not be grateful they aren't and thereby happy rather than sad?

My father was a professor of civil engineering at MIT, and my mother taught high school English.