Random Scrap:
I discovered the great grandpa's book by an accident. I had to walk to the DOE library so it could be retrieved from the archives to be picked up the next day. It was a sunny day and to make it to the library I walked in front of the Le Conte building with its view across the bay onto the Golden Gate Bridge. It was the same building I had my Eastern European history class and the view would always somehow [force] me to remind my myself why was I really here. The purpose of life that soon, in a few months, would be gone and in need of an urgent replacement. Like the radiator under the hood of my car. The book was thin, a thesis all written in German. I scanned and copied that over and sent back home. Grandpa said it dealt with medical observations from the time of the world war I. At the end of the book was a dedication and thanks to the great grandfather's family. How it ended up in Berkeley library was a mystery but after few weeks of holding onto it I returned it figuring that was where it belonged.