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I was born in Little Rock Arkansas in 1958 and lived there for a whole two weeks. I was the child of an Air Force officer, the grandchild of 4 public school teachers. I have had, I believe, good parents, though the years of my childhood were not especially good for those associated with the military. To some extent I was insulated from the rancor of Vietnam by the isolation of military bases, but when I was in college I had my share of being called a "fascist" simply because of my father's profession. It was unescapable in those days.

I was always fascinated with the sciences and so my degrees are in the sciences. I have a bachelor's in Chemistry and a PhD in Biochemistry, the latter from Rice University. I don't practice science anymore. I moved on to programming and systems administration, the latter more suited to my temperament.

My family has been here since the 18th century. The first identifiable Myers (of my lineage) in the United States was Charles Myers, born in Pennsylvania in 1789, and who died in Missouri in 1857. After Charles came Elias Tidwell Myers, then Charles Absolom Myers, then Oliver Wesley Myers Sr, my great grandfather. OW Jr was my grandfather and he was a colorful man. He used to tell me that we were all the illegitimate offspring of General Pulaski, if he wasn't talking long and hard about the time he was bitten by a black widow spider. I liked him. I know my father, aunts and uncles feared him when they were young, but he mellowed in his old age.

The older man is Oliver Wesley Myers, Jr.

My memories of my father were colored by the war and by his profession. I was curious as a child and would ask him all sorts of questions. "Dad, Dad, how high could a B-52 fly? How many bombs could it carry? How far could it go?" He would smile, a tiny curve of his lips and he would reply in the softest voice, "Well, it depends."

"Depends on what?"

"Well, it depends on what you want to do with it."

"What do you mean?" I was young and impatient and fond of absolute answers.

"Well, it depends in part on how far you need to fly. If you have to fly a long way you can't carry as many bombs as you could if you're just flying a short distance. And then it depends if you have to take off with all your fuel or can you refuel immediately once you're in the air. Sometimes a B-52 takes off with just enough fuel to get off the ground, and then it can carry a lot more bombs."

Answers like this were never very satisfying. And as time has proven, I've learned more about what my father actually did watching the Discovery Channel than I ever did asking him. If nothing else, "Well, it depends" is thoroughly etched in my mind.