My Life in Ambigrammia
In August of 1950, when I was just a little tyke and my sister Laura but a babe in arms, our family set out in our 1947 Kaiser from Princeton, New Jersey, for parts West. We were moving out to California so that my dad could take up a new position in physics at the almost-unknown institution named Leland Stanford Jr. University. En route, we passed through many states and innumerable gas stations. I loved the smell of gasoline when we filled up, and was fascinated by the logos of the many differ