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This part has now been rewritten several times.  It is hard to write this part and not say what I have promised myself not to say.....  So, long post has been mostly parred down:

What was to follow for father was now to spend the next several years in some special classes to catch him up to date with the state of the art in mass destruction.  To do that he was sent down to Sandia Labs, as well as, Lawrence Livermore Labs.  And though I was but a small boy, I remember those labs well - which would be much to the shock to everyone whom just wrote me off as "that curious toddler".

Yeah, I can remember those years very well, the odd characters whom floated in and out of that creative scientific community.  But the names are long gone.

My strongest memory was of one of the scientists whom always carried a spare zipper in his pocket.  When some particularly interesting problem was poised, he would dig out that zip and just zip and un-zip it!  "Kris, notice this zipper, how the teeth fall together with such ease.  How could someone have conceived of something so simple and yet so strong in holding our pants together ..."

And there was another scientist I remember whom loved reptiles and always had one in one of his pockets to play with while he thought.

Yeah, they were an odd bunch, but they loved having me around and all of those meetings were stored in my memory, which would bite me later in life.  But, although I might remember them, I could in no way understand until I was much older.

:^)