Bill Perkins remembers I came to the DD in 1959 thinking I was going to learn how to be a "commercial artist" and work in advertising or maybe book publishing. The first day of Harold Cohen's first lecture, he said that he was going to make us all unlearn everything we had learned. My first though was, "who does he think he is?" My next thought was to be really scared. By the end of the week, I was in love. We started with 40-some students and ended with eight finishing the program in 1963. When I left the DD, I thought I was deciding not to become a designer and that made me very sad. Instead (I thought), I started working in regional planning, took a degree in planning, and have worked in housing ever since. I have realized so many times since 1963 that everything I do is based on what I learned about design. Define the problem. I worked for a time in the Research Division of the DD. It was totally cool because we got a table in the Department's "headquarters" and a key to the door. That was shortly after Bucky had arrived with his entourage -- Reyner Banham, John McHale and Magda sailing through the barracks with her scarves flowing behind her. My only contact with Bucky was one day when he stood next to my table and said, "Find out everything about urethane." So I spent a lot of time at Morris Library in those far-off days before Google, and a few weeks later put on his table a foot-high stack of books with little paper slips marking the pages and articles and whatever else constituted "everything" I could find. Several days later, he came over to my table and said, "Nice job." I thought I had died and gone to heaven. What I remember best about John McHale is that I loved his class on the history and evolution of tools, but that I had a hard time concentrating on what he was saying because he rolled he own cigarettes very tightly with one hand, with black papers and yellow tobacco, and then with the same hand lit the match and threw it away, all without ever stopping his lecture. Alex Bally arrived from Switzerland by way of the ID at IIT and immediately became the guy we all loved and hated because he was so damn good. He solved the problem of supporting an egg a foot or so off a table in front of a fan set on medium speed with a 20" x 30" sheet of paper and no fasteners or adhesives by fashioning a sling that hung from the fluorescent light over the table. While the rest of us watched our attempts at origami fall over and the eggs smash on the floor, his egg swung gently in the breeze.