I was partly old-fashioned and partly modern.

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

With every passing year, BEC proves that it still has surprises left for us.

The postdoc explained to me how to distinguish different sorts of particles on the basis of the amounts of energy they deposited in various sorts of detectors, spark chambers, calorimeters, what have you.

My fellow students there were very smart, but the really novel thing was that they actually seemed to put a lot of effort into their school work. By the end of my first semester there, I began to get into that habit as well.

Travel provided many interesting experiences, but perhaps the most useful lesson I learned was that I really had no proficiency for learning the thousands of characters of the written Chinese language.

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