Here’s a crazy story unrelated to anything. I can’t confirm or deny it but have no reason to believe that it’s not true.
I started talking to an older guy at work -older than me anyway – about sending my girls to college. I joked (kind of) and said that they can go anywhere as long it’s Cal Poly or MIT or Johns Hopkins. He jerked his head up and said, “Oh! I went to Cal Poly, and so did my dad.” He went on, leaning back in his chair, clearly enjoying the telling as much as I enjoyed the hearing.
“Here’s a story about my dad. I always knew he worked at Los Alamos on the atomic bomb project. He knew lots of the famous guys there and said it was a great time. Science was everything.” He adjusted himself and made sure I was as intent as he was. “Here’s something crazy. I knew he had secrets. He worked on high-level kind of stuff his whole life. But when he died – and he made me swear never to say anything about this until it was okay to do so – he told me that he made the detonators for the first bomb dropped in Japan. ”
Wow. The people you meet.