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taken apart and put back together by yours truly. I don’t

believe there was a part of that car that had not been taken
apart, repaired and reassembled by me.

That machine followed me into service as well, but that’s
another story. It also became my transportation to school,
when it was available. I became a pretty darned good

mechanic, another indication of some technical bent in
my brain. I also thought I was, in some way, helping to
pay for my college tuition. I found out years later that my

tuition was paid for by my Aunt Jeanette, my dad’s blind
sister who was financially well off. That’s another story

not told here.

GETTING A JOB: SUMMER 1950

Just a little about me at that point in my life. I was
completely unsure of my ability to engage the world.
Introverted, incredibly shy, skinny, frightened of any

potential for conflict – emotional or physical, and
probably a fair representation of a “loner.” The thought
of soliciting myself as a job applicant, with the

qualifications to convince a potential employer that I was
competent in my field of endeavor was terrifying.