So I hung out with the family earlier today for a family picnic kind of deal. My sister and I start chatting and she mentions that her friend, who goes to Notre Dame, has heard of some crazy chemistry professor at U of I, and that through the grapevine she knows how “intense” it is. While she’s racking her brain for the name of this professor, and warning me that either her friend said “not to be in her lab, or to be in it, one or the other” (how helpful), I start running through names in my head like a pack of chemist trading cards.
“She mentioned someone else too, a man I think,” my sister says.
“Is it Christina White?”
“YEAH! That’s it!”
“Yeah, her husband Marty Burke teaches there too.”
“Yeah! She said not to be in her lab, and to be in his, ‘cuz he’s a lot more chill.”
“Yeah…let me tell you about this belt buckle…”
Here’s to famous chemists!