Well, it’s kind of a circuitous story. One of my very best friends in grade school and high school, Dick Reed, his dad worked for one of the packing houses, was either Swift and company or Wilson and Company, I don’t recall which of those two. And also I would go to the yards occasionally with my dad, and there I met the veterinary inspectors who worked in the yards and developed an acquaintance with one especially, and thought that, that kind of work was interesting. And when it came time to go to college, I looked at various places around the country and Dick fortunately, or unfortunately said, “Well, I’m going to Iowa State.” And I said, “Why are you going there, tell me about it.” And he said, “Well, that’s where my dad went.” And he said, since he got his degree there in agriculture, animal science. He said, “I think I’m gonna take some courses there.” And I said, “Dick, we’ve been together all these years, “why don’t I go out there “and see what the school is like?” So my older sister said, “I’ll drive you out there for a couple of days, “and we’ll go look the campus over.” Ames Iowa was an alien name and an alien territory for me. I don’t recall being west of the Mississippi at that point. And I found out that I might enjoy going to Ames, so that’s how I ended up doing a pre-vet course there. And I felt it might be of interest, I’ll see what develops.
