The Snowflake - Softcover

Turrell, George

Softcover

ISBN 10: 1490775722 ISBN 13: 9781490775722

Verlag: Trafford, 2016

Inhaltsangabe

Where to go from here? What to do? The answers are often dictated by chance, sometimes by ones own ambitions - and too often by the decisions of others. Thus it is that the future of the young scientist in this story is determined. At each juncture the die is cast. He is led to three continents with other cultures and societies, in his quest of intellectual freedom and happiness.

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The Snowflake

By George Turrell

Trafford Publishing

Copyright © 2016 George Turrell
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ISBN: 978-1-4907-7572-2

CHAPTER 1

THE NEW ADVENTURE

Now, I have made my decision. 'The rice is cooked', as the Chinese say. Yesterday I wrote my letter of resignation to Commercial Chemicals, where I had worked for the past three years. I had hoped to develop fundamental research on the structure of polymer films. In spite of my efforts, the Administration decided to put all of its emphasis — and budget — on the development of 'better meat-wraps'. It was the obvious end of any fundamental scientific work in the Research Center.

And then, I wrote a letter to Haywood University in DC to accept their offer of an Associate Professorship in Physical Chemistry. All I could hope for was that the academic atmosphere would be more compatible with my ideas of scientific research. Clearly, with the added task of full-time teaching and, most certainly, a limited budget for research, I was taking a chance. As for the practical side, I had to organize a move to Washington.

Before leaving I made a last visit to the Center. I had no friends there, although I had much appreciated the work with Alan, my technician. I saw him briefly. We spoke of Ben and his demise — what a tragic affaire! He had committed suicide. It could not have been only due to the changes in the Administration of the Center, we thought. In fact, I had guessed that he had personal problems, as well as certain difficulties to continue his music in this area. I said 'goodbye' to Alan and promised to keep in contact. I didn't see Nina, the mail girl, with whom I had had one fabulous night out. She was difficult to forget, but it was obvious that she was not interested in the 'intellectual society', as she put it and, above all, was not willing to move 'down South' to Washington. Too bad — maybe.

The old Ford was still acting up. I managed to get it over to the garage, where the mechanic saw me coming. He knew the car well and when I asked about its future, he only shook his head. He then remarked, "If you're interested in buying another car, I can show you several that are in good condition. Your poor Ford has had a long, tough life. It's true that it has four new tires, so I can offer you $50 toward a newer car." I replied that I'd have to think about it, as I was planning to move to Washington. "Oh, what are you going to do down there," he asked? I explained that I had accepted a university job. "I'll bet you'll earn a lot less money than you've been getting at the Center," he remarked. "Yes, that is quite true, but I hope for more freedom to do what I want to do." Clearly my argument was not very convincing — maybe not to me either.

I took a bus back to my apartment and started packing. I was still worrying about the car. After some thought, I decided to let the question drop until I was settled in DC. All would depend on where I was located in the city and transportation to-and-from the university. I had visited Washington several years before and, as I remembered, public transportation was very good and taxis were quite cheap. I put all of my belongings in several footlockers and called a moving company to pick them up, along with the few pieces of furniture that I had bought for my studio. I gave my university address, but insisted that all be put 'on hold' until I had found an apartment in Washington. I left my little place in New Jersey with a big suitcase of my immediate needs.

I took the train in Newark. It made a quick stop at Princeton Junction and then continued. I thought of my previous visits to Princeton, the well-known university, where I was a couple of years ago invited to give a seminar. The next stop was for Trenton, the capital of New Jersey. It was nevertheless, primarily a jumping-off point for Atlantic City. At that center of anti-culture, I had participated in the 'Instrument Show', the presentation of scientific apparatus of all kinds. Of course I had visited the Casino. No comment and nothing won.

Next, there was a brief stop at North Philadelphia before going up to cross the Schuylkill River. I looked out to see Fairmont Park and the Philadelphia Zoo. The train then turned down along the river to the 30th Street Station. Here, we stayed a bit longer, and, as we were pulling out of the station, another passenger arrived. He stopped next to my place and addressed me with, "Good afternoon, Sir, is this seat taken?" I was surprised by his politeness. I responded, "No, not at all, please take this place," as I indicated the seat next to me.

He was tall, probably still in his twenties, and somewhat dark. My mother would have described him as 'café au lait'. She would certainly have said that he was a 'handsome guy'. I started the conversation with the usual traveler's question: "How far are you going, on to Washington?" He replied, "Yes, that's right, I live down there." He went on to explain that his parents were from Philadelphia — 'Philly', as he called it, and that he was studying in Washington. "And so," I asked, "What are you studying? Are you at a university there?" He then explained that he was a medical student, with another two years to finish his degree. In the meantime, at night, he was earning his living as a taxi driver in Washington. "But how do you have the energy to do all that; when do you sleep," I asked? "Well, it isn't always easy, but soon I hope to be an MD. Then I'll be able to establish myself and earn my way more normally."

He then turned to me and asked, "And what do you do?" He had obviously learned about the art of conversation. (After a dialogue, one should ask himself: "Who learned more?" If it was the other person, you talked too much!) I answered with, "I'm originally from Massachusetts, a small town that is almost entirely French-speaking. I did my graduate work at Brown University and then took a job with Commercial Chemicals in New Jersey. There, at the Research Center I tried to develop fundamental studies of plastics, primarily with the use of optical methods. Unfortunately, the management didn't appreciate my efforts and I resigned to accept a teaching and research post in chemistry at Haywood University."

My companion was obviously startled, but then replied, "I am honored to make your acquaintance, Professor, my name is Jim Hawkins. My medical school is part of Haywood University and my training in chemistry was in the Department there." I extended my hand and introduced myself; "I'm Jack Gilbert. It is indeed a pleasure to meet you, Jim, my first personal contact with the University."

As the train slowed down for the stop in Wilmington, we saw the famous two tall buildings. "Oh yes", I remarked, "Here we are in 'plasticland', the home of Uncle Dupy. The researchers here were our major competitors when I was at the Center in New Jersey. It seems that one of their principal interests is PTFE, polytetrafluoroethylene. They are now considering its use as a coating for pots and pans." Jim immediately responded with, "But the fluorocarbons are very dangerous at high temperatures; how can they be used in cooking?" "You are quite right and, in fact, it is just for that reason the company here has not yet put their 'nonstick' pans on the market. They have to prove that there is no danger to the consumer, at least at temperatures up to 300° centigrade or so."

As we left Wilmington for the long haul down to Baltimore, I understood that my friend was very tired. I stopped talking and saw that he was soon fast asleep — no wonder, considering the hectic life he was leading.

I started...

Details zur Ausgabe

• Verlag: Trafford
• Erscheinungsdatum: 2016
• Sprache: Englisch
• ISBN 10: 1490775722
• ISBN 13: 9781490775722
• Einband: Taschenbuch
• Anzahl der Seiten: 158
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