I don’t do science. Or math. I do just enough technology to get by. And I’m not completely sure I even truly understand what engineering is. I am, and always have been, a woolgathering story gobbler. And this, to me, always meant I was decidedly non-sciencey.
To me, science was bo-ring. Reading was where the real excitement was! While my friends were studying complicated names for plants and animals, I was racing the halls of Mountain View Inn on a tiny motorcycle with Ralph S. Mouse. While they were up to their eyeballs in impossible mathematical formulas, I was perfecting the I-must-I-must formula for desired endowment with Judy Blume’s Margaret. I could vividly construct any number of fantasy worlds in my mind, but understand the superior construction of the geodesic dome? I think not. Technology, to me, was a good book light.
But I’m not just a reader and a…
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