I had a strange feeling I selected the wrong job. This was a position with the Branch of Oil and Gas Resources I had been waiting to snag for 18 months while the wheels of government turned ever so slowly in my direction. One new colleague ate lunch so slowly that the term lunch hour … Continue reading 3041
Author: tsdyman
GRAD SCHOOL PART 3
Denver, Colorado By the time I started working for Texaco, my focus to reach the U.S. Geological Survey was underway. Applying to the U.S. government has always been a cumbersome and time-consuming process, a task requiring patience and persistence. I was warned by others it would take time. Of course I was “using” Big Oil, … Continue reading GRAD SCHOOL PART 3
GRAD SCHOOL PART 2
My 1968 Chevelle suffered a setback in 1972. It needed a valve job and I didn’t want to pay for the work. I had driven it more than 100,000 miles in three years but wasn’t exactly sure because the odometer cable broke after the first year (36,000 miles). I was too cheap or too broke … Continue reading GRAD SCHOOL PART 2
GRAD SCHOOL PART 1
Friends have told me they wasted their high school years. Due to a lack of motivation they remained undecided or uninterested in a career path and didn’t learn much. Alternatively, I was a model student in high school but lost it in college, especially the three years at Mines. I sowed my oats later than … Continue reading GRAD SCHOOL PART 1
UNDERGRADUATE SCHOOL
Rapid City, South Dakota My father preferred Chevys and bought his first one after the war, a green 1948 Fleetline. He owned several and always bought new Chevys after five or six years, except for the 1963 Dodge station wagon in the middle somewhere, a slant six gutless wonder, the car I had occasional access … Continue reading UNDERGRADUATE SCHOOL
MY FIRST RECOLLECTION
Geneva, Illinois My clearest memory as a six year old has me sprinting through a grassy pasture on my grandparents’ farm in Illinois. I was pretending to be Superman. I practiced my flying skills after the popular show was over each week. I ran as fast as I could with my arms outstretched, like a … Continue reading MY FIRST RECOLLECTION