This weekend I attended a memorial service for the father of my best friend from High school. After my father died young, he became my second father. He was a very good man, always has a smile and good story to share. One of those stories seem appropriate to share with folks on this forum. It was just after the end of WWII and he was living in Colorado. A neighbor returning from his war time duties had a car that had been stored in a barn for the duration of the war needed to be repaired and started. My friend was a excellent mechanic and was called over to help out. It really didn't take that much and he had it going. The neighbor was very happy and admired his ability with cars. My friend took a lot of pride in that praise as his neighbor was Robert Oppenheimer, his war time duties was the Manhattan Project. That gives me a Oppenheimer number of 1! That is a lot better then having a Kevin Bacon number of any size!