Carl Feynman

When I was 17, I didn't get along with my parents great, which was basically the period when I was deciding where to go for college.

I wanted to go to one of the schools where they taught A.I.,

and that was MIT, Carnegie Mellon, or Stanford.

MIT was my first choice, and MIT was the furthest one away.

It was on the other side of the country.

So I wanted to get away from my parents and, you know, be an independent, faraway guy, so I moved there.

I almost immediately regretted it, being so far away, because my relations with my parents were then improved.

But by then I was committed, and by the time I graduated, I had decided that I loved Boston.

So I stayed out here.

He was a nice man who would tell you how the world worked.

We'd go for walks after dinner.

We'd go out on the streets or the nearby golf course.

And we'd talk about everything under the sun.

He'd tell me wonderful stories about his time at the Manhattan Project.

You know, when I was a teenager, he would repair his car a lot.

He would always dive right in.

He didn't know anything about car repair.

So, uh,

We'd dive right in and then he'd sit back and look at it with his hand on his chin and theorize.

And then dive back in again and, you know, usually make things worse.