Bruce Wilson grabbed his lightweight gray jacket and put it on as he walked. He headed down the back stairs of the Institute toward the walking trails. Many employees liked to walk these paths at lunch when the weather was pleasant. Today the sun was trying to push through the thick clouds. It was supposed to rain, but Bruce hoped it would hold off until after dinner because he’d two nice racks of ribs he was planning to grill when he got home.
Bruce was concerned he might not have this chance to walk today because of all the excitement surrounding the upcoming round of additional experiments. He knew he should’ve passed on his walk and worked through lunch, but this always helped clear his mind. Bruce decided to walk the half loop and head back instead of going the entire distance, which
