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In summer 1942 I began university work at Indiana University Extension in Indianapolis at the age of seventeen. My goad was to get an M.D., mainly because my mother had tilted me to it. Taking freshman chemistry, I was exposed to a professor who so very clearly and concisely explained the details of atoms, molecules, molecular equilibria that I was stunned by the beauty of it all. His clear even lectures actually gave me a thrill. I will never forget it. From that first exposure to the subject of molecules and their stories, I began my love of molecules. From his conversation with a other faculty members that I overheard, it became clear that he was very unhappy with his position there because he could do no research, nor could he publish. I couldn't an super intelligent man like him being unhappy with his work. I vowed then I would be ecstatic to have such a position some day. After the war, during which I never forgot what I would do when I got home, I went to school, got a Ph.D. in chemistry and finally became a professor. The happy life I've had goes all the way back to that poor disgruntled professor who indoctrinated me with the desire to learn. Charles Stammer