A story from Vergne Brown

Shortly after I was hired as a SPEAR operator ('76) a compact, serious fellow entered the control room. "The Russians are coming! The Russians are coming!" he exclaimed. The twinkle in his eyes betrayed his serious expression, which dissolved into that now-familiar smile. Sure enough, he was followed quickly by four or five jovial Russian physicists. This simple act did more to relieve my lingering Cold War jitters than all the orchestrated "detente" combined.

- Vergne Brown