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before graduation, my physics prof claimed I had not

handed in a final report on an experiment and was going
to give me an “incomplete” grade, which would have
scrapped my graduating. I claimed the report had indeed

been submitted, but he would not relent. By the time I
repeated the experimental work and resubmitted the
report, it was too late to be announced in the graduating

class program and was told I would receive my diploma
in the mail. So I’m still shown as a 1950 graduate in
metallurgical engineering, even though my photo is not

with the rest of my class.

Escape felt sweet. I never had a major desire to go for
advanced degrees. Now the search for a real job would
begin after a short month of taking a break from
everything.

One last thing to point out. My parents decided to take
over a parking and repair garage at a hotel in Evanston

just before I started college. I worked evenings and
weekends when possible to park cars and do repair work
after studying Motors Manual deeply. My dad had a

pretty full set of automotive tools and wrenches from his
work at Cadillac. During that time he bought a 1935
Buick Century (Series 40) from a hotel resident that

became the garage car. It also became the car that was