Perhaps it was the nearly constant, ticklish odor of sulfur dioxide in the air or the fact that teaching was becoming too routine or, simply, my own wanderlust, but I began to feel the need for challenges of a different kind.
Perhaps I was just tired of earning only $14,000 a year (my last academic salary).
Whatever the case, IUS and I parted company after the Fall semester of 1979. I could have gone then to Midland, MI
to work for
Dow Chemical but I chose, instead, to move to
McLean, VA,
closer to the East coast where I grew up.