Who You Meet
Here’s a quick and crazy story unrelated to just about anything. I can’t confirm or deny, but have no reason to believe that it’s not true.
I talked to a guy at work about sending my girls to college. He was older than me, probably well past retirement. I joked (kind of) and said that the girls can go anywhere they want as long it’s Cal Poly or MIT or Johns Hopkins. He perked up and said, “Oh! I went to Cal Poly and so did my dad.”
He went on, secretly like he didn’t want anyone else to hear.
“Here’s a story about my dad. I always knew that 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. Here’s something crazy. I knew he had secrets. He worked on high-level kind of stuff his whole life and could never talk about it. 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 he made the detonators for the first bomb dropped in Japan. ”
Wow. The people you meet.
Thanks so much for reading. Can you think of someone else who would enjoy the post? Please mail it to them or share with your favorite social media using one of the icons below. And won’t you follow me? You can do so in the sidebar. Thanks again! And feel free to comment!
Get the whole skinny here: