In marked contrast to the University of Wisconsin, Biochemistry was hardly visible at Stanford in 1945, consisting of only two professors in the chemistry department.

It wasn't until late high school and early college that I gained enough size and skill to make me welcome on intramural basketball teams.

It was always assumed that I would go to college.

I am told that I had a bad temper, and remember being banished to the back hall until civility returned.

The Brigham Young University (BYU) campus was just a few blocks from my home and tuition was minimal.

I participated on debating teams and in student government, and served as senior class president.

A painstaking course in qualitative and quantitative analysis by John Wing gave me an appreciation of the need for, and beauty of, accurate measurement.