Now, my story:
For 13 years, I worked at the Rand Corporation as a researcher. Rand has an international reputation for addressing difficult challenges throughout the globe, for anticipating emerging issues, establishing new angles of inquiry, and mapping the territory for responses by government, business, and society.
I believe the same sort of technological faith we had at Rand, which helped put a man on the moon and win the Cold War should now be applied to the problems of senior citizens.
Recalling my early career:
I left “The Farm” (Stanford for you non-Californians) with a shiny new PhD in Engineering in 1950, and went directly to RAND where I was housed over a bicycle shop on Third Street, along with the rest of the Missiles Division. My first assignment was to study "flow over flat-bottomed bodies," a topic which the administrative assistant somehow suspected of being pornographic! Actually I was trying to cast the problem in a form which the math department could run on their computer.
Back then, to run something through a computer meant using punch cards, and getting the results back in about a week if you were lucky.
Subsequently I moved on to study the possibilities for an ICBM Defense based on high-speed impact with clouds of small particles. While we did successfully model the impact phenomenon, we never claimed (as was reported in a now defunct magazine, the Coronet) to have solved the problem forever! However, our computer model is, I believe, still in use today.
At that point, I wrote two chapters for Bob Buchheim's book on Space Flight One of my chapters was on power sources for space vehicles. This caught the eye of NASA and led to my being appointed to one of their Research Advisory Committees.
Finally I became involved in the development and application of fuel cells, a topic which DARPA had just decided to fund through Project Lorraine. DARPA in time asked Rand to loan me to them for one year, which would necessitate a move to Washington. My late wife and I were excited to move to the nation's capital.
As might have been expected, one year became three, and by then my wife had developed a full-fledged case of "Potomac Fever." So I left Rand to accept a position in the Navy Department.
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