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The explosion at the Army Math Center blew in the window near my laboratory desk.

On Monday, August 24, 1970, I was a graduate student in organic chemistry at the University of Wisconsin in Madison. My research laboratory was in the chemistry building, and that morning, I rode over on my bicycle to find broken glass everywhere.

Forty years changed almost everything, but not the author’s gleaming, troubling memories of Miss Clark. So, he went looking for her.

A student strolling through the Nassau Inn down the block from Princeton University one January day last winter would not have taken particular note of two older people having lunch in one of the Tap Room’s booths.

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