I was formally introduced to the noble gases in high school chemistry class, but they were a boring lot and we mostly ignored them. I don’t remember them even being mentioned during college or graduate school. My real affair began in the fall of 1958 at the Brookhaven National Laboratory. I had taken a postdoctoral appointment there to work with one of the foremost nuclear chemists in the country. In 1958 there was Glenn Seaborg in California, Nate Sugarman at the University of Chicago, and Gert Friedlander at Brookhaven. I had finished my PhD work on nuclear reactions at Oak Ridge, and applied to both Chicago and Brookhaven—California was just too far away—with Brookhaven as my clear favorite: it had the world’s biggest atom smasher, the Cosmotron, with 3 Bev of energy, while Chicago had only a few-hundred-Mev machine. So in the spring of 1958 I set off on my first interview trip, hitting Brookhaven first. One of the staff scientists took me around the lab, introducing me to the others. Whenever someone tried to ask me about my research, he shut them off, which I thought strange. And then at eleven o’clock we walked through a door and suddenly there was a room filled with the entire chemistry department looking at me, and my host stopped at the lectern just long enough to say, “Our speaker today is David Fisher, who will tell us about his work on the nuclear reactions induced by nitrogen on sulphur.” Everyone clapped politely, my host sat down, and I stood there like an idiot. I hadn’t had any idea I’d be expected to give a formal lecture to the greatest scientists I had ever met. I hadn’t prepared anything. I quickly considered my options. I could turn and flee through the door I had entered. I could drop dead. I could— There wasn’t anything else. Those were my only options. Or, oh yeah, I could begin to talk.