Did anybody get the license plate of that truck?

In the early days of Los Alamos, the town was in the middle of nowhere. The nearest town was Santa Fe, which was 40 miles away over dirt roads. People that worked on the bomb here were outdoor oriented. In the early fifties my dad and two friends started a gold mining company called the Golden Bee (Boyd, Ennis, Emigh). The real purpose of this company was just to organized campouts. Fact is, in over twenty years of panning my dad has an itty bitty flake worth about five cents. By the time I came and was aware the pretense was basically over.

My first Golden Bee memory was going to a lake in Colorado. The only reason I remember it is thanks to my two brothers. They were using an iron pipe to toss rocks in the lake. As they were doing this I walked up behind Ted and was promptly whacked in the head with the iron pipe. I got three stitches from that hit (and my brothers got to see a little bit of skull). But in the end it was all worth it, I got a really nifty Tonka Truck construction kit. I am also convinced that that the hit made a physicist out of me.

Just as a side note, the scar disappeared for good two years ago, unlike my single Chicken Pox scar which persists.