Sherwood Rowland – a ‘Nobel’ man

It’s a hazy Thursday afternoon.  I’m sitting in my car at the Physical Sciences parking lot, impatiently waiting for my husband.  The campus is empty and quiet.  At the bus stop, an undergrad listens to his iPod. From my window, I see another soul approaching but it is not my husband.  This one, I can tell by the look, is also a scientist, but a much more seasoned one.  He carries an old leather briefcase...