Dr. Stakman — the kind of person he was — he was old school. He may have been a plant pathologist, but he was a biologist in the broadest sense, and he wove into his lectures the story of going back to the first — to the Bible — to the rust epidemics. And so when I was asked to delay my arrival to the Idaho National to the first of June rather than the first of January, I said, “What am I going to do here?” And so I talked to Margaret also, and she said, “You were so impressed by Dr. Stakman, why don’t you go and see him and see if you can register for graduate training for these six months?” And so I went to see him, told him my background, and he asked a lot of questions. I told him, “Well, this is kind of just to fill up six months.” He said, “That’s a pretty poor reason to go to graduate school.” But he kept asking questions. And finally he said, “Okay, I’ll accept you.” And so, that’s when everything started to change. At the end of that period, he got me an assistantship which paid a small amount, so that the university job and the coffee shop had long since disappeared. But there were these other programs that Eleanor Roosevelt and the CCC (came up with), and so I worked on many of these things and was able to put together enough to live on.