Mountain hikes instilled in me a life-long urge to get to the top of any inviting summit or peak.
The war project at Stanford was essentially completed, and I accepted an offer of an Assistant Professorship at the University of Minnesota, which had a good biochemistry department.
I participated on debating teams and in student government, and served as senior class president.
The Brigham Young University (BYU) campus was just a few blocks from my home and tuition was minimal.
Her death contributed to my later interest in studying biochemistry, an interest that has not been fulfilled in the sense that my accomplishments remain more at the basic than the applied level.
Family trips to Yellowstone and to what are now national parks in Southern Utah, driving the primitive roads and cars of that day, were real adventures.
If our society continues to support basic research on how living organisms function, it is likely that my great grandchildren will be spared the agony of losing family members to most types of cancer.
The experience reminds me of a favorite saying: Most of the yield from research efforts comes from the coal that is mined while looking for diamonds.
More by example than by word, my father taught me logical reasoning, compassion, love of others, honesty, and discipline applied with understanding.
A painstaking course in qualitative and quantitative analysis by John Wing gave me an appreciation of the need for, and beauty of, accurate measurement.
I have a tendency to be lucky and make the right choices based on limited information.
The excitement of vitamins, nutrition and metabolism permeated the environment.
An unexpected benefit of my career in biochemistry has been travel.
I am told that I had a bad temper, and remember being banished to the back hall until civility returned.
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.