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- I don't know why, but I'm always very careless, when I go on a trip, about the address or
- telephone number or anything of the people who invited me. I figure I'll be met, or somebody else
- will know where we're going; it'll get straightened out somehow.
- One time, in 1957, I went to a gravity conference at the University of North Carolina. I was
- supposed to be an expert in a different field who looks at gravity.
- I landed at the airport a day late for the conference (I couldn't make it the first day), and I went
- out to where the taxis were. I said to the dispatcher, "I'd like to go to the University of North
- Carolina."
- "Which do you mean," he said, "the State University of North Carolina at Raleigh, or the
- University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill?"
- Needless to say, I hadn't the slightest idea. "Where are they?" I asked, figuring that one must be
- near the other.
- "One's north of here, and the other is south of here, about the same distance."
- I had nothing with me that showed which one it was, and there was nobody else going to the
- conference a day late like I was.
- That gave me an idea. "Listen," I said to the dispatcher. "The main meeting began yesterday, so
- there were a whole lot of guys going to the meeting who must have come through here yesterday.
- Let me describe them to you: They would have their heads kind of in the air, and they would he
- talking to each other, not paying attention to where they were going, saying things to each other,
- like 'G-mu-nu. G-mu-nu.'"
- His face lit up. "Ah, yes," he said. "You mean Chapel Hill!" He called the next taxi waiting in
- line. "Take this man to the university at Chapel Hill."
- "Thank you," I said, and I went to the conference.
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